{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_sha256": "32c3643ddad457a4ac9f1bb9be567284f1263b5390eaffed64a47aa31c629037", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/29_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/04/29_01/bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[647]", "page_fin": "[647]", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "The proof that liberty is the'divine ideal of", "titre_sommaire": "The proof that liberty is the'divine ideal of", "signature_source": "Alphonse de Lamartine", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 143, "fin_caractere_exclue": 480, "texte": "Alphonse de Lamartine\nThe proof that liberty is the'divine ideal of\nman, is that she is the first dream of youth, and\nthat she does not fade from our soul until our\nheart is withered and our mind either debased\nor discouraged. There is not a soul twenty\nyears old that is not republican. There is not\na decayed heart that is not servile."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[647]", "page_fin": "653", "image_debut": 3, "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Les Confidences: Being the Confessions of a Self-made American", "titre_sommaire": "Les Confidences: Being the Confessions of a Self-made American", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[647]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 482, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2210, "texte": "Les Confidences: Being the Confessions\nof a Self-made American\n\n(This article was written shortly after the Lusitania incident\nand appeared in Greenwich Village, the semi-monthly forerunner\nof Bruno''s Weekly.)\nIN the solitude of my garret have I thought about all this\nbusiness that is setting aflame with barbaric rage one world\nand creating uneasiness, constraining personal liberty and\nsowing the seeds of hatred among brothers in the other.\nAnd because I am an American citizen, and because I thank\nthe belligerent countries for some of the best and most\nessential-things of my life, I feel that I must voice these\nthoughts of my solitude and tell them to you, who were born\nand raised in America, and who might better understand after\nthis, and to you who are citizens as I am by your own choice,\nbut who perhaps had never time or inclination or the intuition\nto think about it all.\nWell do I remember the day on which I resolved to make\nthis country my own. It was nearly a year after my arrival\nin the United States. I had just finished reading the writings\nof Abraham Lincoln. I wanted to be a citizen of the country\nthis man had lived and worked and finally died for.\nHero worship! But how I would wish to be as young\nagain! My ideals carried me with uncurtailed wings high\nabove all material matters—above disappointments not spared\nto any of us, and all those little disasters which are part of\nour lives.\nI had admired Alexander the Great; Napoleon had been\nmy ideal for years. Power, strength, determination of will,\nmaking other people do what he thought was best for them,—\nthat had impressed me. To read the lives of these men, to\nstudy their methods and their actions brought me elevation\nand gave me ambition."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "648", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2832, "texte": "Being the product of a monarchistic system, raised in an\natmosphere of discipline, of castes and of traditions, I was\nto be deeply impressed with the European Republic—with\nFrance. Liberte! Egalite! Fraternite!\nI searched for it in France and I could not find it. Maybe\nI was too young in those days; maybe I was not able to *\ntranslate the ideal into existing conditions. Maybe I was\nconsidering life as it was more than as it had been planned\nto be.\nAnd I became a cynic; I lost my belief in real things. I\nwanted to live my own life outside of the community of men\nwhom I did not trust, who seemed to me egotists, sailing\nunder a false flag of idealistic endeavors. Too deeply rooted-\nin me was my early education of respect for laws and regula-\ntions .to do anything desperate, or to join the groups of the\ndissatisfied, of men who call themselves betterers of humanity,\nand whom humanity calls outlaws, parasites or reformers.\nAnd so I decided to live my own life in the \"New World,\"\nto think as I wanted to think, to believe what I wished to be-\nlieve, not to know anything of government, not to be a part\nof a system. As work which should furnish me with the\nnecessities of life, I chose hard menial labor. Work that\nanybody could do who had strength and physical ability,\nwhere there were no questions asked, no contracts made. I\ncame in the morning and received my pay in the evening, if\nI wished to. If I didn't like the work, I could quit it. And\nwhile I was working to earn my room and board, my thoughts\nwere my own. And never in my life did I feel freer than in\nthose days in which I had exchanged my pen for a shovel.\nI frequented the libraries. In my work clothes I strolled\nin, asked for any book I wished to read. Can you recollect\nthe red tape you have to go through if you ask for a book\nin the library in France, in Germany or in Italy? Not the\nbig tragedies of life made for unhappiness, but the small,\nlittle annoyances spoil for us the pleasure of enjoying this\nworld.\n\"I do the very best I know how, the very best I can, and\nmean to keep doing so 'til the end. If the end brings me out\nall right, what is said against me won't amount to anything.\"\nThese are the words of Lincoln, uttered at a time when he\nseemed entangled in a labyrinth of political complications.\nI read his life, I read everything I could find about him,\nabout his contemporaries, and now after more than fifty\nyears have elapsed since his tragic death, these words of\nhis have proven true. He had been far above the criticism\nof his time; he had seen only one goal for his life, one path\nleading to this goal, and he walked-this path. He saw the\nambushes; he anticipated the stones which would be hurled\nat him from behind, but he walked on. He had one life and\nthe only vocation of his was to live that life of his. His"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "649", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2845, "texte": "words—and his words were his life—showed me what this\ncountry meant to the world, what America had been and\nwas for all nations, for all races.\nso I stood there before the clerk in a western city and\ndesired to make my application for American citizenship.\nIt was a formality of a couple of minutes. I glanced over\nthe slip of paper he handed me. There it stood, black on\nwhite, glaring into my face, that I had to renounce the\nsovereign, the prince whose subject I then was.\nThere are moments in the life of every human being when\nhis brain works with a hurrifying alacrity. Thoughts, mem-\nories, vivid pictures of scenes that have left an everlasting\nimpression shoot through the brain in terrifying quick suc-\ncession. They follow one another, covering as long a\nstretch of years as our conscious and unconscious memory\ngoes back in our lives. It happened there to me. In the\nclerk's office while I was looking at the disinterested face\nof the man who wanted me to raise my hand and repeat the\noath and to be done with me. I saw myself as a young boy\nsinging patriotic songs. I saw myself as a youth in uniform\nwith unsheathed sword swearing an oath of allegiance to\nmy king. How terrible that oath was! \"During day and\nnight,\" the oath reads, \"in water and on land, in peace and\nwar, will I follow his leadership, will Ibe loyal to him. Even\nagainst my father and my brothers will I be loyal to him.\"\nAnd then I thought how I had been educated at his ex-\npense, being a beneficiary of a stipendium, how I had to\nthank him indirectly for my college and for my university\neducation. And I thought of my father and of his father\nand of all of my ancestors, and I thought of my brothers who\nwore his coat and spent their lives in his service, and all this\nI thought in less than a minute, and I told the clerk that I\nwould come back on another day to sign my declaration of\nintention.\nI do not take myself more seriously than is necessary in\norder to be taken seriously by others. I always hated cere-\nmonies and climaxes of any kind, but on that day I felt some-\nthing that I never had felt before. I felt I was giving birth\nto myself. Instead of doing as I had done so often in ques-\ntions of importance, to wait until the moment presented\nitself and then act, I decided to have it out with myself.\nA man who wanted to live his own life, a man who could\nnot give himself up to the narrowness of his surroundings,\nwho was willing to give up everything, to sacrifice the fruits\nwhich long years of study and a professional training would\nhave brought him, because he could not accept certain tradi-\ntions and convictions—an iron ring around his head and an\nuntransgressable wall enclosing his ambitions—must have\nthe ability to forget, to erase out of mind completely what\nhas been. Or the thoughts what could have been will come"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "650", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2824, "texte": "and torture him and make him regret and kill him.\nFor years I had not thought. I felt a stranger in my own\npast, as I was sitting there in my dark little hall room think-\ning of my allegiance to my king whom I had to abrogate\nin order to become an American citizen.\nA TEACHER paid by him or by the government whose\nearthly impersonation he is, had taught me to read and\nto write. His schools gave me a military training and the\nmilitary discipline taught me that great lesson millions of\nour brother citizens seem never to have learned: To keep my\nmouth shut and obey orders.\nThat was about all that I wanted to say thanks for to the\ncountry of my birth. I came to this conclusion after I had\nguided my thoughts through twenty-three years of my life.\nI surprised myself at musings of sympathy and of pity for\nmany of those who had been associates of my youth. While\nmy country gave me education, I had to go to other\ncountries for food to sustain my real self. I had to go to\nthe philosophers of Germany, I had to go to the poets and\nartists of France, I had to go to the singers and musicians\nof Italy and to the dramatists of England for all those\n'essential things that make my real life worth living. And\nthen I recollected those months that I had spent in this new\ncountry of my choice. I remembered how nobody asked me\nquestions, how nobody put obstacles in my way, how every-\nbody seemed to take me for granted, looking into my eyes\nand sizing me up as the man I seemed to be.\nI summed up the impressions I had received during my\nstay in the United States. The streets of New York loomed\nup in my mind. I saw the Italian selling his Italian wares,\nthe German the products of his country, the French the\nspecialties of France, I saw Norwegian and Swedish skippers,\nI saw the ghetto with its typical life, I saw the Armenian\nwith his carpets and I saw the Greek and the Turk and the\nSpaniard; in the Metropolitan Opera House there was Ger-\nman and Italian and French opera. The book stores were\nladen with the Anglicised literature of the world. The\nmuseums bore witness of everything beautiful that had ever\nbeen created in any part of the world at any age. The most\nremarkable, the most useful, the most beneficial things of\nthe universe were brought here, put to the disposal of, an-\nnexed and assimilated by the American. And the American\nhimself had come once from one of these countries and had\ntaken possession of all that he found and had given in\nexchange for,all that he had.\nHe had come as I did.\nAnd I realized that to be American means to be cosmopolitan.\nTo be cosmopolitan means to be big, to be high above\nsmall hatred and petty jealousy and ill-directed ambition.\nIt means to be a brother to mankind, a fellow-builder to this\nworld.\nWhile I had felt the laws of every country that I had"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "651", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2617, "texte": "lived in constraining personal liberty of the individual, I\nsaw them here apparently made for the protection and for\nthe benefit of the citizen. I was young in those davs!\nA PESSIMIST, he who has given up hope, turns easily into\nan enthusiast. Over there in my own country by not\ncomplying with the average requirements of that particular\nclass to whom I belonged by birth and among whom to live\nwould have been my fate I hardly could have done anything\nwith my life. I always would have been the apostate.\nHere all paths seemed to me open to any goal I might\nset for myself. I had just finished reading the writings of\nLincoln and I felt that everybody could do things in this\ncountry. People would consider the merit of things done\nand would not ask, \"Who is he—why did he do it?\"\nI felt they would give me a chance.\nAnd how I wanted a chance!\nAnd then I thought what I would do with my life. I de-\ncided to stay here - for good, to make America my own\ncountry. And then and there I bade farewell to the past,\nto my king and to my country.\nI became an enthusiast again. I wanted to give everything\nso as to be worthy to receive. I went uo to that clerk's\noffice on one of the next days and made tabula rasa. I swore\noff an allegiance which had become sham without flesh and\nwithout blood.\ncame and years passed. I found that there was a vast\ndifference between a Lincoln and the lives of Americans\nI was confronted with every day. I found that not every-\nthing is gold that-shines. The enthusiasm cleared away like\nclouds—beautiful clouds, dreamy, rose-colored clouds, but\nnever did I miss the silver lining.\nI know America from East to West and from North to\nSouth. I know its people, those wonderful people who till\nthe soil, who raise cattle, who mine hundreds of yards be-\nneath the surface; I know the people of the city who work\nand scheme and labor and slave. I know the rich who had\nmore at the day of their birth than an average human being\ncould ever earn in three-score years: I know those wonderful\ngeniuses who moulded their lives to their own desires, and\nI know the unfortunates who await on park benches the\ndawn of a new day of misery.\nJ KNOW this country, with the beauty of Italy, the romance\nof Spain and of Switzerland, with the marshes and pas-\ntures of France and of Germany. And the people are big-\nminded and big-hearted; they are dreamers but builders,\nlovers of the beautiful but utilizers of beauty; everything that\nis fit to survive—everything that was created to last forever\nis a part of this United States. It is the cosmopolis as a\nwhole and in its smallest village."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "652", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2605, "texte": "INEVITABLY will there arise in every community which,\nthrough individual vote, expresses its individualism by the\nelection of one leader, the occasion when he will have to act\nas the supreme executive. The President of the United States\nis the leader of every citizen. At a time of crisis he has to\nshoulder the gravest responsibility that ever burdened a\nhuman being. He has to think, he has to come to conclusions\nwhich mean life and death to thousands, to millions of those\nwho look up to. him with trust and with confidence.\nWould you call an American a loyal American citizen who\ninterferes with his President while he is meditating the\ngravest problem perhaps ever to be solved by a President of\nthe United States? Can he be called an American citizen\nwho forgets his oath of allegiance to this country—be it\nacquired by birth or by his own free choice—and tries by\nmeans that can be called either \"making use of his right of\nfree speech\" or open vulgar treason to interfere with the\nhighest executive who alone can act, who alone must act and\nwho alone will be responsible to posterity for the occurrences\nduring his administration?\nBe it good or be it bad, be it wise or be it hasty, be it\npeace-bringing, or involving us in a disastrous war, like one\nman we must stand back of him whom we have chosen to be\nour President—in the time of crisis our leader.\nWf- the descendants of all nations of the world, feel today\nbetter than ever that to be American means to be cosmo-\npolitan. And while we rage against this nation or that nation\nwe forget above all the most vital thing in life: good taste.\nWe, who are brother citizens of the descendants of all nations,\ncannot, now or ever in the future, speak ill of any nation\nwithout hurting the feelings of a descendant of that nation\nwho breathes our American air and who may be sitting at\nour table.\nThe decision of our President must be final with us.\nAmerica does not know military conscription, but everybody\nis expected to be a soldier in time of need. A bad soldier\nis he who discusses the possible actions of his leader ahead\nof their event. And a failure in life is he who complains and\nmumbles and talks even after he realizes that his choice of\nleader was not the wisest. The individual ceases to have an\nown will and an own opinion if he is bound by his oath and\nby the honor of his manhood to follow one leader. A\ncoward is he who resigns in the last second, who is not\nwilling to sacrifice his individual convictions and even\nconscience for his country.\nThere are no hyphenated citizens. There are citizens and\nno citizens."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "653", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1315, "texte": "J-JYPOCRISY it is to hoist the American flag and at the.\nsame time incite hatred against nations. Just as cosmo-\npolitan as the United States are, just as cosmopolitan as its\npeople is—and therefore truly American, the American flag\nis the highest and supermost symbol of the universal love\nof the kindred of men. Abolished is the distinction of races;\nBlack be the body of a man or white, as long as he has a\nwhite soul he is one of us. And white are the stripes, next\nto the red, red as the blood that pulsates in the veins of\neverything that is alive, of everything that is created and\nmight find its way to the hospitable shores of the land of\nliberty. And the dome of blue arches above all of us in\nall parts of both hemispheres and the stars are there, those\nkind benevolent eyes of eternity which follow us wherever\nwe go, that bring peace to our hearts and hope and beauty,\nif we only lift our eyes to find them.\nAnd because everjr. one of the belligerent countries gave\nme an essential part of my life, and because I lived in all of\nthem, and because I claimed the United States as my own,\nand because I am looking to our President as to my leader\nand to the United States as my just claimant, I feel that to\nbe an American means to be cosmopolitan.\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "653", "page_fin": "654", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.4", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "653", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1317, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2738, "texte": "Some Personal Recollections of Green-\nwich Village\nBy Euphemia M. Olcott\nback yard—about 40 x 60 feet—contained a peach tree,\nan apricot tree and a grape vine. These bore plentifully\nand our peaches took a prize one year at the American In-\nstitute Fair. We also had beautiful roses and many other\nflowers. From one back window we could look up to Fif-\nteenth Street and Sixth Avenue, where a frame Lutheran\nchurch stood, the singing of whose hymns we could distinctly\nhear on Sunday afternoons. The frame church was replaced\nby a stone one, but that was long since swept away by the\nonrush of business. Where the armory now stands, there was\na marble yard, and it was one of our pleasures to pick up bits\nof the marble and use them for sharpening the then necessary\nbut now obsolete slate-pencil. Just above Fourteenth Street\non the west side of Sixth Avenue was a plot of ground, sur-\nrounded by a high wooden fence—and in this was a building\nfrom which I first learned the French word \"creche.\" It was,\nof course, a day nursery and we used to stop at the fence and\nwatch the little tots whose blue-checked gingham aprons I\ncan still see. Ours was a neighbourhood of young married\npeople with constantly increasing families—the news of \"a\nnew baby at our house\" being frequently heralded. We all\nknew each other and played together in the little court-yards,\non the balconies or on the front stoops. Paper doll families"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "654", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2570, "texte": "experienced all the vicissitudes of our own families, pin wheels\nat certain seasons were exposed on the balconies and sold\nfor pins, small fairs were gotten up for charities, valentines\nwere exchanged, and when the great revival of 1857-8 surged\nthrough the city, there were neighborhood children's prayer\nmeetings held from house to house. When more active pur-\nsuits were craved, there was always opportunity to jump the\nrope or roll the hoople, and several of us achieved the coveted\ndistinction of running entirely round the block through Sixth\nAvenue to Fourteenth Street, thence to Seventh Avenue and\nback to Thirteenth Street without letting the hoople drop.\nFarther afield was Union Square, to which our nurses ac-\ncompanied us—a high fence surrounded it and dogs were ex-\ncluded. I do not recall any pump there, but in\"The Parade\nGround\" (Washington Square) I frequently turned at the\npump and quenched my thirst from the public tin cup without\nfears of germs or any disastrous results. In my grandfather's\nbackyard at Fourth and Mercer Streets there was also a\npump—and to this day I do not understand physics well\nenough to know why was poured a dipper full of water into\nthe pump before we could draw any, but we were always re-\nwarded with a copious flow.\nFourteenth Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenues I have\nseen with three sets of buildings—first, shanties near Sixth\nAvenue from the rear of which it was rumored a bogey would\nbe likely to pursue and kidnap us. I remember the man from\nwhom we fled; he was a chimmey sweep of somewhat fierce\naspect, but I doubt extremely that he had any malicious\npropensities. These shanties were followed by fine brown-\nstone residences, and at the corners of Fifth Avenue lived Mr.\nI. M. Halsted, who had a garden, Mr. Myndert Van Schank,\nchief engineer for years of the Croton Aqueduct, Mr. Moses\nN. Grinnell, and Mr. Hemming, and perhaps earlier, Mr. Suf-\nfern. Some of these, however, I think came when there had\nceased to be a village. Later on came business into Four-\nteenth Street—but I am passing the village period and getting\ninto the time of the Civil War. I must not begin on those\nmemories for they would never end, and there was no longer\nany Greenwich Village.\nThe old days were good, but I believe in every step of pro-\ngress, and in spite of din and roar in spite of crowds, in spite\nof the foreign population crowding into what long continued\nto be the American section of the city, I still lift my head with\nSt. Paul and say, \"I am the citizen of no mean city.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "655", "page_fin": "655", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "From an old English Chap Book", "titre_sommaire": "From an old English Chap Book", "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": "655", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 45, "texte": "From an old English Chap Book"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "655", "page_fin": "655", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Quantum Mutata", "titre_sommaire": "Quantum Mutata", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "655", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 47, "fin_caractere_exclue": 644, "texte": "Quantum Mutata\nOscar Wilde\nTHERE was a time in Europe long ago,\nWhen no man died for freedom anywhere\nBut England's lion leaping from its lair\nLaid hands on the oppressor! it was so\nWhile England could a great Republic show.\nWitness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care\nOf Cromwell, when with impotent despair\nThe Pontiff in his painted portico\nTrembled before our stern ambassadors.\nHow comes it then that from such high estate\nWe have thus fallen, save that Luxury\nWith barren merchandise piles up the gate\nWhere nobler thoughts and deeds should enter by;\nElse might we still be Milton's heritors."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "656", "page_fin": "656", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.7", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "656", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1260, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nKummel\n'T'HY acrid fumes my laggard sense excite.\nThere's war and wrangle hidden in thy heart\nThat make one's breast with expectation start,\nEager to seek armed enemies to smite.\nThy savor is a danger and delight,\nFor those of valorous souls, the favorite art,\nThy fire with all mine own becomes a part,\nI yearn to battle madly for the right.\nAnd so far Ukraines' snowy steppes I see\nPale, shackled Poles to far Siberia led,\nTorn from the gentle pleasance of their homes,\nAnd then I yearn to hasten and to free\nTheir hands, and trample upon Cossack dead,\nBeneath the shade of Nijuis' golden domes 1\nBenedictine\nDORN in the cloistral solitude and gloom\nOf gray La Trappes and monasteries drear,\nDistilled between the matin mass austere\nAnd drearier Vespers, thou dost humbly bloom.\nThe damp, chill crypts a lighter guise assume,\nAnd, with thy soothing perfume, disappear\nGrim thoughts of death and of diurnal fear\nWhile rosy glamours hover o'er the tomb!\nAnd when I sip thy cloying sweets, they bring\nA faith, not wholly lost, unto my heart;\nI trust again the twitter of the birds;\nSweet voices as of angels to me sing,\nAnd strengthened, holier, I can live apart,\nFinding new beauty in the Savior's words."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "656", "page_fin": "656", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Replated Platitudes", "titre_sommaire": "Replated Platitudes", "signature_source": "Cat's Paw", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "656", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1262, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1751, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nCat's Paw\nTo be different from others is a rather hard burden to carry\non the path of life, but it is also the one only pleasure.\nCrowns are not being made to order; the head has to fit.\nMorals are mostly a product of the fear of one's own self.\nWe do not worship the Golden Calf any more. It has\nbecome in the meantime a nice prize ox.\nWhosoever's duty it is to preach to be good should be in\nconstant fear of losing his' bread if his listeners should take\nhis advice."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "657", "page_fin": "657", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Impressions of Ziegfield's Midnight Frolics—from the Balcony. By Eastman", "titre_sommaire": "Impressions of Ziegfield's Midnight Frolics—from the Balcony. By Eastman", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "657", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 88, "texte": "Impressions of Ziegfield's Midnight Frolics—from the Balcony.\nBy Eastman"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "657", "page_fin": "658", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Sorrow of a Little Violet", "titre_sommaire": "The Sorrow of a Little Violet", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "657", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 90, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1246, "texte": "The Sorrow of a Little Violet\n\nCONNOISEUR of the real and the beautiful strolled\nthrough the pleasances of his gardens on a sunny Spring-\nafternoon. The tender grass had been daring and the little\nblades were sticking out of the brown earth crumbs here and\nthere and reminded one of the scarce yellow feathers of re-\ncently born geese. Bushes and trees were still naked and\nlooked rather sordid towards the placid blue heaven. A\nhandful of highly polished leaves stood close together at the\nknotty root of an old and white-branched tree. They looked\nlike remnants of last year's summer glory. There stems\nwere short; they had the shape of a heart and they almost'\nlay on the dark withered moss.\nThe trained eyes of the connoiseur detected something\nbeautiful right beneath, or among those old unpleasant look-\ning leaves. He stopped, he bent over, and lo! he had broken\na violet; the first one perhaps of the year. The beautifu(l\nlittle head bowed down modestly; it was deep blue, won-\nderful like the deep blue eyes of one true woman. He\ncaressed it. He took it home. Busy were the servants of,\nhis household for the rest of the afternoon. In the sunniest"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "658", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1522, "texte": "window, a wonderfully chiselled silver receptacle was placed.\nVases scented with rare and costly odors from still rarer\nand mystic flowers of the Orient were prepared for its bath.\nTwo slaves were in constant attendance to look after the\ncomfort and the needs of the newcomer.\nThe little violet was tired. It closed its leaves for a long\nrestful night. Early in the morning, almost with the first\nrays of the new sun, the connoiseur came to the little violet.\nIt lay there in its receptacle filled with perfumed waters. It\nseemd sad, so sad.\n\"Dear little violet\" cried the connoiseur, and took it in\nhis hands and fondled it and covered its little leaves witfr\nkisses, \"Are you not happy in your new home?\"\n\"Yes\" but this answer sounded like the manifestation of\nutter despair and hopelessness.\n\"Did I not provide for you the most wonderful part of my\nhouse? Did I not give you the rarest perfumes for your\nbath? Did I not send the most skilled among my servants\nto look after your needs? What is it I overlooked, my dear\nlittle violet? There is no wish on earth that I will not make\ncome true for you the instant you name it.\"\nThere was no answer from the violet. And the silence was\nheavy. The little golden rays danced merrily upon the silver\nvases and gold receptacles. The violet did not answer yet.\n\"Or is it because I broke you, and you are full of regret?\"\n\"No not that;\" whispered the violet and its little head\ndrooped down deep on its stem.\n\"I am sad because I never can be broken again.\"\n\nG. B."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "658", "page_fin": "659", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.11", "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": 14, "page_imprimee": "658", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 1524, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2609, "texte": "Two Things by Cat's Paw\nNoses\nNoses may be divided into four classes—thus: Grecian:\ndenoting amiability of disposition, equanimity of temper, im-\nagination, patience in labour, and resignation in tribulation,—-\nRoman: imperiousness, courage, presence of mind, choler,\nnobleness of heart. Cat or Tiger: cunning deceit, revenge,\nobstinacy, and selfishness. Pug: imbecility of mind, and in-\ndecision of character. Of three of these, there are innumer-\nable grades—the Grecian descends to the pug—the Roman\nto the aquiline—but the cat or tiger is suit generis. The\nGrecian nose is most conspicuous in quiet scenes of life—in\nthe study. The Roman, in spirit-stirring scenes—in war.\nMen of science often, and of imagination always, have the\nGrecian nose. Daring soldiers and fearless adventurers gen-\nerally have the Roman. Every one knows what a pug is.\nWe need not enter into any particulars of it—nature forms\nher thousands of them, and we regard them not.—The Cat or\nTiger nose: Whoever has the least imagination will readily\nconceive what we mean by this definition; it is a long, flat-"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "659", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1325, "texte": "tish nose, not unlike that of the animals from whom we\nhave borrowed the name. Avoid men with such noses—they\nare deceitful friends and dangerous enemies, whenever it suits\ntheir whim or interest!\nGenius, Talent, Cleverness\nGenius rushes like a whirlwind. Talent marches like a\ncavalcade of heavy men and heavy horses. Cleverness skims\nlike a swallow in a summer evening, with a sharp, shrill\nnote, and a sudden turning. The man of genius dwells with\nmen and with nature; the man of talent in his study; but the\nclever fellow dances here, there, and everywhere, like a\nbutterfly in a hurricane, striking everything and enjoying\nnothing, but too light to be dashed to pieces. The man of\ntalent will attack theories—the clever man assails the indi-\nvidual, and slanders private character; but the man of genius\ndespises both; he heeds none, he fears none, he lives in him-\nself, shrouded in the consciousness of his own strength—he\ninterferes with none, and walks forth an example that \"eagles\nfly alone—they are but sheep that herd together.\" It is true,\nthat should a poisonous worm cross his path, he may tread\nit under foot; should a cur snarl at him, he may chastise it;\nbut he will not, cannot, attack privacy of another. Clever\nmen verses, men of talent write prose, but the man .of\ngenius writes poetry."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "659", "page_fin": "659", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "I Wonder?", "titre_sommaire": "I Wonder?", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "659", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 1327, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1702, "texte": "I Wonder?\nTom Sleeper\nTHERE are many books written about the stars. And in\nthese books are strange bewildering stories of illimitable\nspace—of burning suns and double suns—of swirling nebulae\nand cold dead worlds. Of darkness and of prodigious speed.\nAnd as I stand gazing up into the star dust of the Milky\nWay, I wonder if they are true—all these stories about the\nVatican."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "659", "page_fin": "659", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Tom Sleeper Likes This But Doesn't Know Its Authorship", "titre_sommaire": "Tom Sleeper Likes This But Doesn't Know Its Authorship", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "659", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 1704, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1992, "texte": "Tom Sleeper Likes This But Doesn't Know Its Authorship\n\\IFE 'S little ills annoyed me\nIVhen those little ills were few\nAnd the one fly in the ointment\nPut me in an awful stew\nBut experience has taught me\nThe little good to prize\nAnd I joy to find \"some\" ointment\nIn my little pot of flies"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "660", "page_fin": "660", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "The Poet—from an old English Chap Book", "titre_sommaire": "The Poet—from an old English Chap Book", "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": "660", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 54, "texte": "The Poet—from an old English Chap Book"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "660", "page_fin": "661", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "A Modest Bard Swam Into Our Kennel", "titre_sommaire": "A Modest Bard Swam Into Our Kennel", "signature_source": "Nelson Gardner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "660", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 56, "fin_caractere_exclue": 878, "texte": "A Modest Bard Swam Into Our Kennel\n\nThe following manifesto was delivered in person by its signer,\nat the Garret. He was armed with several blank verse dramas\nand one hundred and twenty stanzas of nine lines each of a lyric\npoem. The promise to print his manifesto quietened the ire of\nhis self-glorification and.he now expects someone to take up\nthe glove of challenge. Whom will it be who will listen for one1\nhour to the recitation of this man who says he is greater than\nShakespeare? Bruno's Weekly was not prepared for the unexpected\nultimatum and therefore we had to agree upon a modus vivendi.\nAnd so then, dear reader, here it is.\nDear Sir:—\nDenied in narrow places, I appeal to a world more wide.\nI have written an Indian epic poem comprising over six thou-\nsand rhymed lines. Were this work placed before the im-"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "661", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1519, "texte": "partial public, men no more would lament the decline of\npoetry, for here is the greatest song of love and war that\never was composed, but in seeking a publisher I offer pearls\nin vain.\nLikewise have I written several blank verse dramas of an\nexcellence never before approached in the new world, nor\never altogether equalled anywhere, as far at least, as poetic\nstyle is concerned, for as master of the classic style I surpass\neven Shakespeare himself.\nAs some slight evidence of the power I claim, I submit\nfrom a lyric poem containing one hundred and twenty stanzas,\nthe following:—\n\"When after many mediocre years,\nBy reigning scribes and Pharisees made mean,\nThe poet that is prophet too appears,\nThrough guise most humble is his glory seen:\nNot proud is his approach, nor yet serene,\nBut like a martyr, bleeding doth he march ,\nWith only heaven for triumphal arch,\n» Till high as Calvary he dares to climb,\nWhere sorrow makes his utterance sublime.\"\nI am prepared to appear before any gathering of literary\nauthorities and prove in one hour's reading that a poet of the\nhighest rank now is living, but never do I expect, to be ac-\ncorded such slight favor as that.\nBitterly it reflects upon prevailing conditions, when verse\nso transcendental must be advertised in manner so apparently\nblatant. For this, will the pharisees that long have rejected\nmy work themselves be judged anon.\nThey that have denied me would have mocked the Son of\nMary; would have crowned with thorns the King.\n\nNelson Gardner"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "661", "page_fin": "662", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "An Episode in the Life of a Suffragette", "titre_sommaire": "An Episode in the Life of a Suffragette", "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": "661", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 1521, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2353, "texte": "An Episode in the Life of a Suffragette\njQHE boarded a very crowded train. A gentleman got up\nand with a smile and a few kind words offered her his\nseat. She knocked his hat off and exclaimed:\n\"How dare you! Am I not your equal? I wish to be treat-\ned exactly like a man! Do you understand me, you fool?\"\nIn the revolving door of the dining room in which she de-\nsired to take her dinner she collided with a young gentleman,\nwho stepped back to let her pass.\n\"Please, ladies first,\" he said, trying to give the revolving\ndoor a push. Quicker than a flash she hit him in the middle\nof the face and knocked out five of his teeth.\n\"I am no lady!\" she screamed. \"I am a human being, just\nas you are yourself!\"\nThe gentleman was very angry, called a policeman and had\nher arrested.\nIn the Tombs she smashed everything in the woman's cell"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "662", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 721, "texte": "where she was placed, and assaulted violently three guards.\n\"I don't want to be brought to a woman's cell,\" she hol-\nlered until she could be heard in the remotest corner of the\nprison. \"I am the equal of any man here. I demand to be\nplaced in a man's cell!\"\nAfter she had raved in such a manner and created a lot of\ndisturbance she was condemned to solitary confinement. She\nhad to be put into a straight jacket to prevent her from\nhurting herself. Her diet was reduced to bread and water.\nAnd then she started to cry and to scream:\n\"Such is the bestiality of men who are masters of the regu-\ntions. In such a detestable way they abuse the weak sex!\nI am a lady, and I request to be treated like a lady!\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "662", "page_fin": "662", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Adultery", "titre_sommaire": "Adultery", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "662", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 723, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2012, "texte": "Adultery\nGuido Bruno\nWASHINGTON SQUARE. A bench near the Garibaldi\nmonument. Mamie and Tom are playing. Mamie has\nher wooden doll in an old cigar box. She plays with little\nTom, \"father and mother.\" The doll is their child. Tenderly\nMamie hugs the doll in her arms. Tom, the father, has to\nleave them. He has to go out into the world. He has_ to\nearn a living. He has to bring food to mother and child.\nTom passes through the Washington Arch. He crosses the\nstreet and walks towards Macdougal Alley. On the door-\nstep of one of the first houses stands Mary. Mary, the chi'd\nof the lady with the big, black auto.\nMary walks towards Tom. She shows him her big, beauti-\nful doll, with its blonde curls of real hair, and blue eyes that\nopen and close automatically, a doll with a human face. A\nface that looks like his little baby sister. And then she shows\nhim the carriage, a real baby carriage, with silk curtains and\nsoft pillows.\nAnd Tom plays \"father and mother\" with little Mary.\nMamie is still sitting on the bench near the Garibaldi monu-\nment, rocking her baby and waiting patiently for Tom. The\nfather does not come back. And she takes her cigar box and\nher wooden doll and moves to a bench in the most remote\ncorner of Washington Square South.\nMamie starts to cry heart-breakingly."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "662", "page_fin": "662", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Clara Tice.", "titre_sommaire": "Clara Tice.", "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": "662", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 2014, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2025, "texte": "Clara Tice."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "663", "page_fin": "663", "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=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "From the collection of Patrick Madigan", "titre_sommaire": "From the collection of Patrick Madigan", "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": "663", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 54, "texte": "From the collection of Patrick Madigan"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-04-29-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-04-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "664", "page_fin": "664", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Eight Thoughts of Suicide", "titre_sommaire": "Eight Thoughts of Suicide", "signature_source": "Martin Brown", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "664", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160429-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2326, "texte": "Eight Thoughts of Suicide\nBy Martin Brown\nA sad-looking gentleman with glowing black eyes, very pale\ncomplexion, attired in a black broadcloth suit which contrasted\nvividly