{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_sha256": "1792e615fc2c23479e50768f214de4c113eac585e84544011d59a5376c66b1ca", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/05/06_01/bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/05/06_01/bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[679]", "page_fin": "[679]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Sonnet to Liberty", "titre_sommaire": "Sonnet to Liberty", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[679]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 135, "fin_caractere_exclue": 762, "texte": "Sonnet to Liberty\nOscar Wilde\nNot that I love thy children, whose dull eyes\nSee nothing save their own unlovely woe,\nWhose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,\nBut that the roar of thy Democracies,\nThy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,\nMirror my wildest passions like the sea,—\nAnd give my rage a brother — / Liberty!\nFor this sake only do thy dissonant cries\nDelight my discreet soul, else, might all kings\nBy bloody knout or treacherous cannonades v\nRob nations of their rights inviolate\nAnd I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,\nThese Christs that die upon the barricades,\nGod knows it I am with them, in some things."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[679]", "page_fin": "680", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "How the News of the Fall of Vicksburg Reached Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "How the News of the Fall of Vicksburg Reached 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": "[679]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 764, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2190, "texte": "How the News of the Fall of Vicksburg\nReached Greenwich Village\nBy Euphemia M. Olcott\n'\"THE Civil War covered the most impressionable part of my\nlife. Well do I remember being roused by the \"Extras\"\nin the night which proclaimed the original attack upon\nSumter. I sprang from my bed, and from the third story\nhall saw my mother gazing up from the second, asking, \"Do\nyou hear? It has come.\" Then followed the four years of\nsuch living as we hope and believe our country will never\nsee again. Of course, every day saw the enlistment of rela-\ntives and friends—of course I stood in the street and saw\nthe Seventh and the Twenty-second Regiments of the New\nYork militia go off—with many friends of my own age going\nwith them. I may say parenthetically that, after fifty years,\nI saw, from the same spot in Lafayette Place, the Seventh\nRegiment start over the same route, the' veterans either oh\nfoot or in carriages. And from the old Oriental Hotel, kept\nby the same ladies, floated the same flag—with the stars all\nthere, saluted alike by veteran and the boys of to-day.\nIn those days there was. great intimacy between our family\nand the Roosevelts, and we always witnessed parades from\nthe house of Mr. C. V. S. Roosevelt, grandfather of \"Teddy,\"\n\n*1 am indebted for this story to Mr. Henry Collins Brown, who\ngave me permission to extract it fzqjn his beautiful \"Book of Old\nNew York,\" printed by him privately for collectors."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "680", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3198, "texte": "at the corner of Fourteenth Street and Broadway, with a\ngarden stretching down toward Thirteenth Street, through\nwhose green gate we entered when the stoop was crowded\nby the public. From those windows I saw the Prince of\nWales, afterwards Edward VII, and from that roof I gazed\nupon the immense mass meeting which expressed the loyalty\nof the North, which was memorably addressed by Henry\nWard Beecher, and the scarcely less eloquent George W.\nBethune, D. D. I remember how on that day we gazed a\nlittle doubtfully at the mother of President Roosevelt—lovely\nand dear always—because, forsooth, she came from Georgia.\nThe call of the President for 75,000 troops met with instant\nresponse, and from all sections of the country we kept hear-\ning of relations and friends who were expecting speedily to\nadvance \"On to Richmond.\" Alas! it took the disastrous Bull\nRun and many similar events to make us realize that it was\nnot a three months', war. Many, many friends never came\nback, and when, years afterwards, I heard Joseph Cook say,\n\"I belong to a decimated generation,\" I knew that he and I\nwere contemporaries.\nBut there were victories. As I write these words, the fif-\ntieth anniversary of Gettysburg is being celebrated. All\nthrough the first, second and third days of July, 1863, we\nkept getting word of success. On the night of the Fourth\nwe were on our roof, watching the skyrockets, not then con-\ncealed by skyscrapers, and the sound of extras arose. \"More\nnews from Gettysburg,\" we cried, and hastened down, my\nfather being the first to get to the street. From the front\n-door he shouted, \"It isn't Gettysburg—Vicksburg has surren-\ndered,\" and of course our joy knew no bounds. Then fol-\nlowed an illumination—how often I think of it as I go along\nthe \"great white way\"—for electricity was then only har-\nnessed to telegraph wires and a little tallow dip in each pane\nsatisfied our ideas of brilliancy.\nOn the nineteenth of that July I left New York with a\nmerry party for a summer outing in New Hampshire. At\nBellows Falls we had to wait for a train from Boston, and\nwhen it came, there were extras again. And lo! they told\nus of the draft riots in New York, which had been so peace-\nful that morning. My father,was still in the city, and of\ncourse he did patrol work, as every one else did who was\non the right side.\n* I have not spoken of the great fair of the Sanitary Com-\nmission, and I am not sure in which year it occurred, but all\nwomen and girls consecrated their time and their money,\nwith what results the world knows. Nor have I mentioned\nhow boys and girls alike scraped lint and rolled bandages\nand made \"Havelocks\" during classes in school—and doubt-\nless sent them off laden with germs which would make the\nsurgeons of to-day shudder and turn pale. So we lived—\nand at last the troops did get to Richmond and the day of\ngreat rejoicing came. And after the assassination of our\nPresident, ah me! I sometimes think the gay and happy\nyoung people of the next generation have not known what\nliving means, even if they did have a bit of a taste of war\nduring that hot summer when we liberated Cuba and took\nupon ourselves the responsibility of the Phillipines."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "681", "page_fin": "682", "image_debut": 5, "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Edison: His Re-Creation of the Human Voice", "titre_sommaire": "Edison: His Re-Creation of the Human Voice", "signature_source": "Frank Harris", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "681", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2667, "texte": "Edison: His Re-Creation of\nthe Human Voice\nBy Frank Harris\nJ HAVE never believed much in the mechanical reproduc-\ntion of artistic masterpieces, never praised them. It has\nalways seemed to me difficult enough for a man to become\nan artist, to say nothing of a machine. Photographs of\ndrawings, it is true, are often indistinguishable from the\noriginals; statues, too, can be reproduced in bronze and other\nmetals to perfection. Form can be recreated to the satisfac-\ntion even of the artist himself, but color defies reproduction,\nand still more musical tone with its myriad varying inflections.\nAccordingly, when I was assured the other day that Edison\nwas able to recreate and render perfectly the voice of a great\nsinger or a master's work on the violin I took the assurances\nwith more than the usual grain of salt.\n\"Come to Carnegie Hall,\" said my friend, \"and judge for\nyourself,\" and as a doubting Thomas, I consented to go.\nCarnegie Hall, as every one knows, is very large; it seats\n3500 persons and its acoustic properties are not wonderful.\nThe test, therefore was sure to be severe. But Mr. Fuller,\nMr. Edison's representative, was very confident. He declared\nthat Mr. Edison had accomplished the incredible, that it was\nimpossible to distinguish between the singer's voice and its\nrecreation, or between the real violin player and the mechani-\ncal reproduction.\nMadame Rappold of the Metropolitan Opera Company was\nthe prima donna chosen for the demonstration, and the first\nsong was \"Vissi D'Arte,\" from Puccini's \"Tosca.\" The music\nbegan and one was immediately caught by the beauty of the\nsound, the \"human\" quality of the voice, throbbing through\nthe air, now rising, now falling in waves of melody. One\ncould shut one's eyes and almost swear it was a woman\nsinging. Suddenly the music increased in volume; we looked,\nMadame Rappold had joined in; just as suddenly, she ceased\nbut the voice continued. Again and again the test was made;\nit was impossible to distinguish between the singer's voice\nand the voice given forth by the Cabinet; impossible. Every\nlightest tone, every shade of emotion, the tremolo of fear,\nthe triumphant pulsing of joy, even the indescribable sense\nof tears in the voice were perfectly reproduced. Criticism\nwas silenced.\nWith wonder and curiosity mingled we waited for the dem-\nonstration with the violin. In this test, too a violinist ap-\npeared and played, now alone, now with the instrument; at\none moment you heard the Cabinet alone, then the violinist\njoined in, the volume of sound increased, but the sound was\nthe same, absolutely the same, indistinguishable, identical.\nThe miracle was accomplished."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "682", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1175, "texte": "No wonder Mr. Edison wrote of this invention: \"It is the\ngreatest thing I've ever done—almost a new art.\" Hence-\nforth it will be possible for anyone to listen to the greatest\nmusic: in the his own fireside.\nIt is only right to say that the demonstration with the\npiano was not anything like so wonderful, whether this was\ndue in part to the size of the hall or not, I could not say;\nbut the recreation was not perfect. Mr. Fuller warned us\nbeforehand Edison regards this part of his work as\nstill experimental, and there it must be left until the wizard\ntakes it in hand again and does for the piano what he has\ndone for the voice and the violin. But as both voice and\nviolin are incomparably more complex than the piano, it is\ncertain that sooner or later the reproduction of the piano,\ntoo, will be brought to perfection.\nMeantime one can rest and be thankful for what has al-\nready been done. One can now sit in one's own room in the\nevening and hear Anna Case or Marie Rappold in \"Vissi\nD'Arte,\" or in \"Mimi\" in all comfort. One can have Spaulding\nat command or Marie Kaiser whenever one pleases.\nThe world's debt to Edison has been enormously increased."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "682", "page_fin": "684", "image_debut": 6, "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The Movies and the Press", "titre_sommaire": "The Movies and the Press", "signature_source": "William Marion Reedy", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "682", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1177, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2913, "texte": "The Movies and the Press\n\nA FACT in explanation of the popularity of the movies\nis the co-operation between the film magnates and the\nnewspapers. It is not generally known that the publication\nin the newspapers of some, if not all, of the continued stories\nwhich are synchronously displayed in films in the moving\npictures theaters, are paid for by the movie magnates. Not\nalone are those stories printed much as are paid advertise-\nments, but the newspapers printing them are paid a certain\nroyalty on the film presentations of the stories in the theaters\nof the district covered by the circulation of those newspapers.\nThe advantage of this arrangement to the newspapers and to\nthe moving picture houses is so evident as to be in no need\nof demonstration. In the face of such a powerful combina-\ntion there seems to be slight prospecf of any resuscitation of\nthe spoken drama. The interest of the newspapers is with\nthe moving picture institution. There is no such heavy\ninterest of the press in the encouragement of the revival of\nthe drama proper. The old style theatrical advertising hardly\namounted to enough to make newspapers participants in\ntheatrical prosperity. There is more newspaper participation\nin the movie profits. Practical journalism's success in getting\nin on the movie profits shows that the newspaper business\nwill never again make the mistake it made with regard to\nbaseball. The newspapers exploited baseball to such an\nextent that they created a public craving for baseball news\nand now they must cater to that craving. They print more\nbaseball news than any other kind. They pay sporting writers\nbetter than any other kind. They permit those writers to\nexploit themselves. They turn loose their artists on the"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "683", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3079, "texte": "sport pages. And now the newspapers can't stop. They find\nthemselves boosting the baseball business and getting prac-\ntically nothing in the way of revenue, from that business,\nfor baseball clubs do very little advertising. They pay for\nsmall cards during the days there are games played, and that\nis all. The papers are working for the baseball' magnates\nand the papers cannot quit because, if they do, they will\nlose their readers of sport news, and if they lose readers,\nthey will lose the support of the big advertisrs, The baseball\nbusiness has the newspaper business on the hip. When the\nmovies came, the newspapers, remembering baseball, were\nin no haste to boost the game. They held off until the movies\nbegan to advertise. At first the individual movie houses\nbegan printing small cards announcing attractions. Then the\nbig film-making corporations indulged in advertising splurges\nto help the business of the little theaters, and now these big\ncorporations pay advertising rates to have stories like \"Mary\nPaige\" or \"The Mysteries of Myra\" or \"The Iron Claw\"\nprinted as serials in the dailies and then pay the dailies a per-\ncentage on the receipts of every film performance of the scen-\narios of the serials. Of these serial-story-films as works of lit-\nerature, nothing need be said. They get what they go after—\nthe public's money. They are morally clean, even if they are,\nof movie necessity, super-sensational. But how is the spoken\ndrama to make any headway against the combination of\njournalistic business and film-corporation business? Can the\nmen who are interested in the old theater as a business afford\nto \"come across\" to the newspapers in a way to win back\nthe public? Can they arrange to get more than the Sunday\npage announcements of coming shows? And can they put\na stop to the appearance of condemnatory criticism of their\nofferings? There is no journalistic criticism of the movies.\nThese are practical questions concerning the terrific vogue\nof the new mechanical form of dramatic representation.\nProfessor Muensterberg and others say that the movie is\nan art-form, but that is disputable. But if the movies are art,\nmust not the social philosopher find in this realm of human\nexpression and its current crescent vogue another demonstra-\ntion of the potency of economic determinism? The news-\npaper-movie combination is economic. It is a factor\ndetermining movie development as either a business or an\nart, as surely as the cheapness of movie entertainment is\nsuch a factor. There is nothing reprehensible in this. It is\nsimply a fact we must accept. How it will work out finally\nno one can say. It has the spoken drama,\ncommercially. But it has made for the publication and the\nwide reading of literary plays. It has brought into being\nsuch an organization as the Drama League and innumerable\nsocieties for the study and acting of plays for the plays' sake.\nIt has built \"little theaters\" and brought about the vogue\nor the country theater. It has encouraged amateur acting\nand it may bring about a revival of the professional stock"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "684", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1090, "texte": "company. Even it may be said that the film play is develop-\ning a better and truer representation of actual life, as indicated\nin Mr. Floyd Dell's article on a new film play in this issue\nof the \"Mirror.\" The possibilities of the movie are incal-\nculable. They are powerful in propaganda. The liquor\ninterests aver that certain influences have used the movies in\nthe interest of Prohibition by persistent representation of the\nevils of drink. The films have been preaching \"Preparedness.\"\nThey have been made special pleaders for the Germans and\nfor the Allies. They are used to educate the farmers in\nagronomic efficiency. And now the Chicago \"Public\" offers\na prize for the best moving picture scnario of a film drama\nto preach the social efficacy of the Single Tax. But the\ncombination of the movies and the press is the most signicant\ndevelopment of the situation. Will the movies finally dom-\ninate the press or vice versa? Is man, as Samuel Butler\nprophesied, to be dominated by the machine that will not\nonly do his work but direct his thinking?\n\nWilliam Marion Reedy"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "684", "page_fin": "685", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Mother", "titre_sommaire": "Mother", "signature_source": "After the German of Altenberg, by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "684", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1092, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2881, "texte": "Mother\n\nMY mother is dead. Nothing is left of her. She has disap-\npeared from this world.\nWhenever she was being dressed or coiffeured for the\ntheatre, for dinner or for a reception I was in despair as a\nchild and like in death agony. Her leaving our home in the\nevening hurt me indescribably. The governess said: \"Look\nwhat a beautiful mother you haveK' . . .\" Nobody under-\nstood my grief. She went ou.t into that world which was\nnot ours, and even with pleasure she went. I was deeply un-\nhappy. The rooms with the lighted candelabras seemed to\nme like the result of a destructive war, as after an accident.\nThe mirror over the dressing table, the receptacles with\nfragrant waters which had served to manicure her hands, her\ndressing gown and her little slippers, everything was in dis-\norder. No one had thought of my pain; not the old faithful\ncook, nor the ever-giggling chambermaid, nor the governess.\nThey were sitting together, gossiping, and happier than ever.\nBut I had lost my dearest, whilst the others had won an\n\"evening off.\"\nA few days ago at the nightly hour of 2 o'clock in the\nmorning, I stood in front of the house. I was looking up at\nthe dark windows\" in the second story. Here then at about\nthe same quiet hour, had lain my beautiful mother in inde-\nscribable pain, and had brought me into the world. I seemed\nmy first whinin£- 1 saw mother exhausted to death,\nfulfilling her duty towards life. I was there, too. The faith\nof my being was irrevocable. I hollowed, but the midwife\nmost likely said: \"Oh! What healthy lungs!\" Now I am\nstanding herein front of these windows at the same hour\nof the night and seem to hear again mother's moaning. I am\nbald-headed and pretty well demoralized and forty-eight\nyears of age, and didn t succeed in anything, notwithstanding"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "685", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 331, "texte": "my wonderful talents.\nMother is dead. Nothing is left of her. She has vanished\nfrom the world and will never come back again. She gave\nto me a healthy body, intelligence and a soul. And so she\nfulfilled, ideally, her duties as a mother.\nMay she sleep peacefully. . . .\n\nAfter the German of Altenberg, by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "685", "page_fin": "685", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "To Fourteenth Street", "titre_sommaire": "To Fourteenth Street", "signature_source": "—Tarleton Winchester", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "685", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 333, "fin_caractere_exclue": 570, "texte": "To Fourteenth Street\n—Tarleton Winchester\nThou art the boundary line\nBetween those that are and think they are,\nThose that are not and think they are,\nThose that are and think they art not,\nAnd those that are not and do not think at all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "685", "page_fin": "685", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "The Perfect Book", "titre_sommaire": "The Perfect Book", "signature_source": "Richard Aldington", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "685", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 572, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1400, "texte": "The Perfect Book\nRichard Aldington\n\"\"pHERE could be no greater distinction for an author than\nto produce a book which everybody disliked. Such a\nbook would be either a work of genius or a mass of putre-\nfaction; probably the latter; but in any case it would be a\ndistinction.\nLiterature is far too democratized; everybody -eads and\nnearly everybody writes. A book, however good, i.s bound\nto please somebody; there are snobs who will like a book\nmerely because they do not understand it. To please is now-\nadays too facile a conquest. I dream of the perfect book\nwhich would disgust not only the Society for the Prevention\nof Cruelty to Morals and the worm-eaten jackals of the\nPress, but one's nearest friends and the masters whom one\nreveres.\nOne would even be disgusted with it oneself—supreme\ntriumph!\nVia the Egoist, London"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "685", "page_fin": "686", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.9", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "685", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1402, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2122, "texte": "Passing Paris\n\nApril 15th, 1916.\nit may sometimes be the outcome of lack\nof confidence, indifference to popularity is always es-\ntimable albeit the qualities it evinces may be of a negative\norder. It may sometimes be due to unintelligibility, which in\nits turn may proceed from (1) of course, a superior intellect\nwhose workings are beyond immediate reach; (2) from a\nnatural idiosyncracy; (3) from the use of drugs (as in\nRaimbaud); (4) from affectation, it being almost impossible\nto distinguish the last-named category with certainty. M.\nSebastien Voirol, by whom we give one of the most lucid\nof the poems he sent in his La Feuille de Laurier Tricolore\nmais Verte (sic) to soldiers at the front, does not, I believe,"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "686", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2043, "texte": "intend deliberately to puzzle. In his estimation, literature,\nhis literature, at least, occupies an ornamental plane. A\nliterature condescending to be easily decipherable is to him,\nI fancy, a literature of utility, domestic, and of a low order,\na literature of the streets, not literature, therefore, but merely\nwriting. He has, apparently, come to use words in some\nparallel, rather than in their direct, sense. Mallarme's most\nhermetic pages must be M. Voirol's pet delectation.- All\nhis work, whether in poetry or in prose (L'Eden, Augurales\net Talismans, Les Sandales au.x Larmes), is written with the\nloftiest disregard for conventional coherence, but always with\na species of literary gentility which commands admiration\nand sympathy. It is possible that words have some mystic\nsignificance for M. Voirol, to which he has the key; it is\npossible that to him they are images in themselves; it is\npossible that to him they have a life outside and beyond their\nmeanings; it is possible he condenses and triturates 'and\ndilutes them till he reaches their soul and spirit, and it is\nthese he distils for us. It is possible that, like many an\nalchemist of old, his labour is futile of results, and that he\nexpects more of language, as they did often of their chemi-\ncals, than it can give. . . . It is possible, on the other\nhand, that it does open on to a new world, or at least on to\none of which he has the intuition and vision—it is possible\nit opens on to nothing. At all events it opens on to nothing\nthat is vulgar or commonplace and certainly on to something\nthat is distinguished in its singularity. M. Voirol's respect\nof language must be respected, his tenacity to his convictions\nadmired, his desire of the decorative eminently approved of.\nM. Sebastien Voirol is the Secretary-founder of the Anglo-\nFrench Literary Bureau, to which reference has been made\nin these columns as aiming at establishing a link between\nFrench and British literary circles.\nExtract from a letter to the London Egoist\n\nMuriel Cielkovska."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "686", "page_fin": "686", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Appropriate Names", "titre_sommaire": "Appropriate Names", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "686", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 2045, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2551, "texte": "Appropriate Names\nIn looking over an old New York Almanac, a curious\ngentleman found the following names, than which it would\nbe difficult to imagine any more admirably adapted to the\nprofessions or trades of the persons by whom they were\nborne. Dunn, a tailor; Giblett and Bull, butchers; Truefit,\na wigmaker; Cutmore, an eating-house keeper; Boilet, a fish-\nmonger; Rhackem, an attorney; Whippy, a saddler; Breadcut,\na baker; Coldman, an undertaker, Wicks, a tallow-chandler;\nand Bringlow, an apothecary."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "686", "page_fin": "686", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Epitaphs in a Connecticut Churchyard", "titre_sommaire": "Epitaphs in a Connecticut Churchyard", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "686", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 2553, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2771, "texte": "Epitaphs in a Connecticut Churchyard\n(The wife dies.)\nWeep not for me, my husband dear—\nI am not dead, but sleeping here.\n(The husband dies)\n*\nYour husband dear has ceased to weep,\nAnd here with you will lie and sleep."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "687", "page_fin": "687", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Sons of Great Fathers:", "titre_sommaire": "Sons of Great Fathers:", "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": "687", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 38, "texte": "Sons of Great Fathers:"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "687", "page_fin": "687", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.12.1", "titre_corps": "Siegfried Wagner", "titre_sommaire": "Siegfried Wagner", "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": "687", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 40, "fin_caractere_exclue": 56, "texte": "Siegfried Wagner"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "687", "page_fin": "687", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Perhaps", "titre_sommaire": "Perhaps", "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": "687", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 58, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1083, "texte": "Perhaps\nQNCE in olden times, so it is writ, there was a King of\nthe East who possessed a copy of each of the known\nbooks of the world. Being a\\busy monarch, what with his\nwars and his many affairs of state, the King felt the need of\na condensed compendium of the learning contained in his\nlibrary for his own private use, and ordered his wise men to\nprepare it. In twenty years' time they brought him an ency-\nclopedia which twenty camels might carry. But the King\nhad not time to read so much as that. The wise men labored\nafresh reducing the matter to what one camel might carry.\nBut still the monarch demurred. \"Take it, and put it into\nthe least possible compass,\" said he; \"I am now old and must\npossess this knowledge in a form that I may take it in a\nglance.\" Then, at last, his worthy servants came to him\nbearing a simple leaf of the papyrus upon which was written:\nThis is the history of mankind: They were born; they\nsuffered; and they died. And the quintessence of all science,\nof all knowledge, is this: Perhaps."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "688", "page_fin": "688", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.14", "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": "688", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 15, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1217, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nTokai\nA GLASS of thy reviving gold to me,\nWhether or no my dreamy soul be sad,\nBrings souvenirs of lovely Vienna, glad\nIn her eternal summer-time to be!\nI hear in joyous trills, resounding free,\nThe waltzes that the German fairies bade\nThe souls of Strauss and Lanier, music mad,\nCompose, to set the brains of worlds aglee.\nAnd in the Sperl, dreaming away the sweet\nOf pleasant life, and finding it all praise,\nDead to the past and scorning Death's surprise,\nI see in calm felicity complete\nSome fair Hungarian Jewess on me gaze\nWith the black glory of Hebraic eyes!\nRum Punch\n\"T'HE world to give thee lasting fame combines\nJamaica sends thee sugar cane, o'er seas;\nAnd pungent spices from the Antilles,\nLend thee the perfumes of the southern vines.\nFrance gives the crimson sorcery of her wines,\nMongolia lavishes her yellow teas,\nAnd to endower thee with rare mysteries,\nSicily yields her lemons and sweet pines.\nThou dost recall to me days debonair,\nAnd visions of the Quarter Latin, where,\nChatting around thy bluish spectral light\nInsouciant students and alert grisettes\nDrank thee while puffing regie cigarettes,\nMocking with merry song the startled night!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "688", "page_fin": "689", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Wilde's Masterpiece", "titre_sommaire": "Wilde's Masterpiece", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "688", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1219, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1918, "texte": "Wilde's Masterpiece\n\nTHERE is one book Oscar Wilde gave to the world, and\nthat alone is worth more than all that a hundred others\ndid. This is \"The Picture of Dorian Grey.\" Just abstract\nfrom the plot and read for the sake of the beauty of each\nsentence and of the beauty expressed in each sentence. I\nknow it is a revelation to almost everybody who really reads\nit. I have given this book to ever so many men and women\nwho didn't know it, and I know I gave them a new value\nfor their lives. The English is masterful. The situation\npictures and the scenery, unsurpassed, and what a wealth of\nnew worlds—of unknown worlds of beauty to the average\nbeing. There he mentions rare and wonderful books, of"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "689", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 974, "texte": "whose existence very few know; you receive a lecture about\nbrocades, about old paintings, about flowers, about gems.\nThe inside decorator and the landscape architect find here\nwonderful ideas and suggestions. The student of sociology\nreceives good tips for practical studies. The vainness of real\nlife is painted with the same vivid colors as the shallowness\nof society life and the idle passing of days of the rich. The\nwoman-hater will find very few points to change his mind,\nand he who believes and trusts in the female sex implicitly\nwill see sights of womankind he has never observed before.\nThis is a real book. It is a masterpiece—in every word\nunsurpassed by any fiction in the English language. If he\nhad never written another line this book would have made\nhim immortal. It is so sane and so perverted, so healthy\nand so morbid, so cruel and so tender, so full of light and\nfull of darkness; it is throbbing, unconstrained, real, real life.\n\nG. B."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "689", "page_fin": "690", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "Magazines Galore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "689", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 976, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2328, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nMagazines Galore\nfHE year nineteen-sixteen will be known to the historian\nof American literature as the one blessed with many new\nmagazines. In New York in Chicago, in St. Louis, in Kansas\nCity and in little places of whose existence we never even\ndreamt, they have been born. Eighty-four are lying before\nme, all in the early teens. Names? What do they matter? All\nof them have one aim—to redeem suppressed voices. Some\nacknowledge frankly being ''one-man\" magazines. They want\nto run a hole into the universe. Poor lads! They will find\na hole in their pockets and a roof over their enthusiasm.\nInstead of looking through the roofless house of a beauty\nthirsty soul to the skies and to the stars—and might it be\nonly one star, framed by a hall-room window—they will\ndroop their heads and try to adjust the price they must pay\nfor their venture. If they only see the humorous side of it,\nthe}' will get a bushel of fun in return for every dollar and\nevery wasted printed page.\nThey there are others who desire to run competition with\nestabhsned periodicals of good standing. They pride them-\nselves in having won \"big names\" for their initial issue.\nAnd then there are others who simply had to do it, they\ncouldn t help to gather a basketful of love and beauty and de-\nand distribute it among those that wish to\nhave it."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "690", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2242, "texte": "They know it won't last long but it means life to them\nas long as it lasts. And they are the men who will eventually\nfail in their venture, but they will come back and vyiM come\nback again-\nAnd if considerable time elapses and you fail to hear from\nthem, you fail to see a new venture of theirs, you can take it\nfor granted that they are not among the living, that they\nhave passed to happier hunting-grounds—where there are no\nprinter bills to pay, where one does not need to settle ac-\ncounts with paper mills.\nSignificant for the endeavors of publishers in America half\na century ago is the publisher's note that appears at the con-\nclusion of the first volume of Putnam's Magazine, published\n1853 by the since befamed Putnam & Company, of New York.\n\"Although before publishing our prospectus, we made sure\nof abundant literary help, and gave the names of many of the\ndistinguished writers who had assured us of their hearty\nsympathy, and promised us contributions, yet our conviction\nwas that our best aid would come from Young America,\nwhose name had not yet been announced on Magazine covers.\nAnd so we determined not to give the names of the con-\ntributors to our Monthly, that each article might stand on\nits own merits, and the young unknown be presented to\nthe public on a perfect equality with the illustrious con-\ntributor whose name, alone, would give him an audience;\nfor, in literature, the new-comer is always treated as an intruder.\nBy this course we missed the clipping of hands and bravos\nwhich we might have commanded by announcing the names\nof some of our contributors, but we are so satisfied with\nthe result of the experiment that we shall adhere to the rule\nhereafter.\nPerhaps it is worth while to exhibit some of the mysteries\nof Magazine-making, and let our countrymen know how much\nintellectual activity contributors, four hundred and eighty-\nnine articles, the greater part from writers wholly unknown\nbefore. . ... Every article that we have published has\nbeen paid for at a rate which their writers have thought\n\"liberal,\" all have been original, the product of American\npens and with one exception, we believe that all were written\nfor our columns.\"\n(Publishers of our age! Go! and do likewise!)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "690", "page_fin": "692", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Liars", "titre_sommaire": "Liars", "signature_source": "Pearl", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "690", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 2244, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2721, "texte": "Liars\n\nA WARM July evening in the little park near the railroad\nstation. Half an hour before the arrival of the Twen-\ntieth Century Limited. Under a wide-spreading-tree Pearl\nand Bill nestled in the shadow of darkness^\nPearl embraces Bill gently, tenderly, clings to him, kisses\nhis lips and eyes repeatedly. From a nearby amusement park\nthe sound of music borne by the wind. And now, clearly dis-\ntinguished the strain:\n\"Glow, little glow-worn, glimmer, glimmer \"\nV. , ' v-. M"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "691", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2288, "texte": "\"Bill,\" sobs Pearl, \"if you ever hear this strain again, re-\nmember me and our parting of to-day.\"\n(Sobbing softly).\n\"I cannot live without you . . . Let me go with you . . . .\nTake me with you.\"\n\"Be sensible, Pearl,\" Bill persuades.\n\"You can't leave your mother just now and I have to go\nback to that miserable little city. How unhappy you would\nbe out there if I couldn't always be with youf\n\"And you know I could not.\n\"Come, sweetheart, walk over with me to the train so I\nmay have you until the last second and at Christmas time\nI'll come again.\n\"That is not far off. Just five months.\n\"And we'll write to each other and forget each other.\n\"Won't you. Pearl, my darling, my only one?\"\nAnd he kisses her in the shadows of the trees. The iar\noff music plays: -\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\"\nShe goes with him, step by step, to the ticket office, to the\nbaggage agent, to the station platform, to the door of the\ncoach.\nA last embrace-.\nThe train begins to move.\nPearl waves with the tear-wet handkerchief and the music\nplays:\nI J.\nywo days later in the city.\nBill lounges on the couch of his hotel room. Nestled up\nto him—Mae. Her black hair is disheveled. The brown, hazel\neyes are laughing. The little white teeth, the fresh red lips,\nthe dimples in the cheek—-everybody cheer and happiness.\nAnd she kisses him again and again: \"Finally you camel\nI didn't'know what to do with myself in that lonely, lone-\nsome town and so I came up here to meet you. And to-\nmorrow we shall travel home together and if the sun shines\nas today it will be glorious!\"\n\"Billy, my Billy \" She kisses him madly. And from\nthe dining room through the open window of the hotel room\nthere sounds:\nJN the parlor of Pearl's mother.\nIt is evening. The light is not turned on.\nPearl leans against the window sill.\nAt her side—Arthur—cheek against cheek.\n\"Your mother stays away long today and in the meantime\nI can caress . . . can kiss you.\"\nAnd he kisses her: \"Do you really care for me?\"\nIf you could only feel how I love you, Pearl, my darling'\n\"And you really love me?\"\n. And she throws her arms about his neck and she looks\ninto his eyes and whispers in his ear and kisses him. And in\nthe adjoining room her sister plays on the piano:\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\""}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "692", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 722, "texte": "The One Missive\nTWO days later, Pearl receives a postal from Bill.\n\"Dearie:—I am sitting alone in the desolate hotel\nwaiting for the train that will take me farther away from you\nagain. Downstairs in the dining room the music plays.\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\n\"I think of you and write it to you. Your Bill.\"\nThe Other Missive\nAND among the mail awaiting him, Bill found a little letter.\n\"Billy Dear:—You have been away two days and it\nseems an eternity to me. In the adjoining room my sister\nis playing on the piano. She plays: )(\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\nShe doesn't know how that air tortures me and quickly\nI have to write to you. I think of you and love you.\n\nPearl.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "692", "page_fin": "693", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Thoughts on Suicide—II", "titre_sommaire": "Thoughts on Suicide—II", "signature_source": "Martin Brown", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "692", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 724, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1784, "texte": "Thoughts on Suicide—II\nBy Martin Brown\nJumping From a Height\nVf/HAT loathsome spirit put this in my mind?\nWhat devil of delirium drives me so\nThat up, and up, on any path I find\nStumbling along, my weary footsteps go?\nNow-—now—at last I see my horrid goal\nA sickening, dizzy drop to where below,\nA zigzag path winds down a stony knoll.\nDid I leave there a century ago?\nI cannot help it, have no strength to fight\nThe tentacles that draw me on and on,\nThey say that after all one dies of fright\nThat in the whistling iar all sense is gone.\nAnd yet I fear that I shall live to know\nThat hideous impact where the rocks are grey.\nA ghastly suction draws me from below—\nIt is of fate, and this the fatal way.\nDrowning\nT GIVE myself abandoned to your arms\nEcstatic, free, to do with as you will.\nIn blissful trust I feel your cool embrace <\nNor fear your cryptic eyes so dark and still.\nAnd when they find me sleeping on your breast\nSmothered with kisses, that you loved me so,\nWith tears they'll murmur—\"drowned\"—nor understand\nWhat only God and you and I can know."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "693", "page_fin": "694", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "Roma Lucida", "titre_sommaire": "Roma Lucida", "signature_source": "Henri Fumet", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "693", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1370, "texte": "Roma Lucida\nBy Henri Fumet\nTranslated from, the French for Bruno's Weekly by Renee Lacoste.\nDear God, promise me death, that I may taste\nlife. Dear God, give me remorse, that I may\ntaste pleasure. Dear God, make me the equal\nof the daughters of Eve.\n(Prayer of Leila, daughter of Lilith.)\n—Anatole France.\nQHE was a strange, little girl. He followed her for, a\nwhile through the dark streets where she seemed lost.\nThen he spoke to her:\n\"Pardon me, little lady; don't I know you?\"\n\"Upon my word, sir, I know nothing about it, but I\nhardly believe it.\"\n\"Now I know you.\"\nShe laughed.\n\"What is your name?\"\n\"Roma Lucida.\"\nHe was startled.\n\"It is true? That's really your name? Can there be a\nwoman who is called that . . . Permit me to salute you.\nYou give me a great deal of pleasure, you don't realize how\nmuch.\"\n\"I am well aware that I have an original name, but no\none has ever complimented me about it in such a fashion.\"\n\"Just fancy . . . To find on the pavement of a city,\nin the dust of the setting sun, a little girl like you, with\neyes like yours, with hair like this, it is so rare! . . . And\nif you bear the name of the eternal city, who can render\nhomage to your true worth! . . . Why do you have such\na name?\"\n\"My father was of Italian descent. He always wanted\na daughter so he could call her Roma, wishing her name to\nbe a beautiful phrase.\""}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "694", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 318, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1941, "texte": "' \"Your father must have been very intelligent?\"\n\"He wrote books which never were printed. He spoke\nFrench and Italian, and thoroughly understood both\nlanguages. But he preferred French because of its monotone\ncadence and because he abhorred the accent of tones. Thus\nit was that he pronounced my name slowly, holding all the\nsyllables as if singing it; when people pronounced it after\nthe Italian fashion, only sounding the o and the -1, it was\na real pain to him; he said they disfigured me.\"\nWhile she was speaking, he was looking at her eyes, trying\nto discover their real shade; he admired her hands and her\nankles. Her whole body was as harmonious as a poem.\nShe bore the impediment of modern dress with the grace of\n3. poplsr tree.\n\"Oh, Roma Lucida! How much you please me. Do you\nknow I was wandering about the streets like a lost soul\nthat you hase resurrected me? You have performed a good\ndeed. I hope you aren't going to send me away now?\n\"You will have to leave, though.\" .\n\"Why? . . . You are about to reply with a platitude\nand I will be obliged to answer you in the same fashion. You\ndon't know me; neither do I know you. I would hardly be\nable to recognize you in a crowd a month from now. Come,\ngive me your arm. We are going to walk by the setting\nsun telling each other stories.\"\nWillingly the little girl put her hand on the arm of her\nnew friend. It was thus they became acquainted.\nThey strolled around all evening in the dusk. Then they\nsaid farewell. He kissed her wrist above the glove. She\nbegan to laugh, as she had never been kissed in this way\nbefore.\n\"Promise to come to see me!\"\n\"I promise.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "689", "page_fin": "689", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "689", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 2330, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2548, "texte": "The whole number of Bruno's Weekly for Saturday, May\n13th, 1916, will be devoted to Frank Harris: What he\nmeans to the literature of the world and his particular\ninfluence upon the young writers and artists of America."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "694", "page_fin": "694", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.21", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "694", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 1943, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2034, "texte": "THE MEXICAN BORDER\nA POEM BY CHARLES EDISON\n250 Copies Printed\n; 11 . ■ ,\nat 27 Cents Each."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[695]", "page_fin": "[695]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.22", "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": "[695]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 354, "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nMm SlMtnMI BmIu, luly PrintM Book*. Imilittia BmIni\nBootes for Christmas Gifts\n/)\nilnflr or ta acta for psoplo who havo neither tlms Mr oypMN\ntvnlir to Mlwt for thamaalraa, or for thoao who haro not mo«w to tftfc.\nfesst hook mart*. Why not hofia collecting aowf\nI ■ • , . ■ • • '\nAddress, E. 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Address\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Car* of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[695]", "page_fin": "[695]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.24", "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": "[695]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 562, "fin_caractere_exclue": 708, "texte": "For Houses, Apartments or Rooms, See\nPEPE & BRO.\nREAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. 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Published every month bp Norman-Bel\nGeddes at 7$6 Second Avenue in Detroit> Michigan, It it a little\nbook uniquely illustrated. 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Price, one dollar\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third edition. G. P. Putnam'*\nSons, New York & London. Price $1.50.\nSONGS OF A WANDERER. In manuscript\nTHE MIRROR OF MANHATTAN. In manuscript\nDANCE RYTHMS. In manuscript.\nMr. Keeler recites selections from all the above and his varied\nand unique programs are full of interest and inspiration both\nin the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates fot\nCalifornia Tour in June, July and August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. GOMME\nThe Little Bookshop Around the Corner\n2 East 20th Street New York City"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[696]", "page_fin": "[696]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.27", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[696]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 315, "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nAt No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N. Y. C.\nCuidlo Bruno, Manager\nThis Week's Performances\nThursday, 8:45 p. m. Musicals\nFriday, - 8:45 p. m. Musicals\nSaturday, 8:45 p. at. Musical*\n* '\n>\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. 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Facing Cooper Union\nBOOKLOVERS AND COLLECTORS ARE WELCOME"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[696]", "page_fin": "[696]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.29", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[696]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 484, "fin_caractere_exclue": 689, "texte": "$4\nIS\nPade\nBooK\norous .India* Vferse with\nwood cover—price 40$\ns®\nOne\nof the\nmost unique\nPapers t/>1.\nPublished -Per Copy,IOC\nfomes-32.-/? Booft of Verse —25$\nE&rl H> Erotnons, 311 V/.46 St.. New YorltCitY"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-06-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-06_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[696]", "page_fin": "[696]", "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=bmtnaaq19160506-01.2.30", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[696]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 691, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1086, "texte": "There can be no pleasanter place to hear\nthat remarkable Edison Record\nNnmber (82536) than\nThe Diamond Disc Shop\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmos-\nphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been\nsacrificed on the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring you, with our\ncompliments, an interesting little\nPhone: Stujrcsant 4570 biography of Mr. Thos. A. Edison"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents May 6th, 1916\nW. * G.\niV --fr,;'."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[678]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.2", "texte": "Cipyijght by Guido Bruno, May 6th, 1916.* Origin a! mdn,\nindwSns til drawings, mar not be reproduced without permission\n«112 Guido Bruno; but that permission maybe iimmwl 3 credit\n» |ivn to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nCHARLES EDISON'S LITTLE THIMBLE THEATRE,SITUATED\nAT NO. 10 FIFTH AVENUE, GREENWICH VILLAGE, N. Y. C.\nGuido Bruno, Manager\nWednesday, May 10th, 1916 at 8.45 p. m.\nFRANK HARRIS\nt. , *\nThe great English editor and author, the friend and publish-\ner of those men of Letters in England, France, Germany and\nItaly, who marked the important literary epoch of the last\ncentury and of our own times; the most distinguished citizen\nof Greenwich Village since his arrival in America, will speak\nabout Shakespeare as he sees him and will relate some inter-\nesting accounts of his association with Oscar Wilde, with\nBernard Shaw and many of the others he had known\nADMISSION BY INVITATION ONLY\nREAD BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nand if you think fifty-two issues\nare worth two dollars I will be\nglad to count you among my\nsubscribers\n.V * * * /. ** \" - * * • *\nGuido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[679]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 19\nMAY 6th, MCMXVI;\nVol. II\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nSonnet to Liberty\nOscar Wilde\nNot that I love thy children, whose dull eyes\nSee nothing save their own unlovely woe,\nWhose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,\nBut that the roar of thy Democracies,\nThy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,\nMirror my wildest passions like the sea,—\nAnd give my rage a brother — / Liberty!\nFor this sake only do thy dissonant cries\nDelight my discreet soul, else, might all kings\nBy bloody knout or treacherous cannonades v\nRob nations of their rights inviolate\nAnd I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,\nThese Christs that die upon the barricades,\nGod knows it I am with them, in some things.\n\nHow the News of the Fall of Vicksburg\nReached Greenwich Village\nBy Euphemia M. Olcott\n'\"THE Civil War covered the most impressionable part of my\nlife. Well do I remember being roused by the \"Extras\"\nin the night which proclaimed the original attack upon\nSumter. I sprang from my bed, and from the third story\nhall saw my mother gazing up from the second, asking, \"Do\nyou hear? It has come.\" Then followed the four years of\nsuch living as we hope and believe our country will never\nsee again. Of course, every day saw the enlistment of rela-\ntives and friends—of course I stood in the street and saw\nthe Seventh and the Twenty-second Regiments of the New\nYork militia go off—with many friends of my own age going\nwith them. I may say parenthetically that, after fifty years,\nI saw, from the same spot in Lafayette Place, the Seventh\nRegiment start over the same route, the' veterans either oh\nfoot or in carriages. And from the old Oriental Hotel, kept\nby the same ladies, floated the same flag—with the stars all\nthere, saluted alike by veteran and the boys of to-day.\nIn those days there was. great intimacy between our family\nand the Roosevelts, and we always witnessed parades from\nthe house of Mr. C. V. S. Roosevelt, grandfather of \"Teddy,\"\n\n*1 am indebted for this story to Mr. Henry Collins Brown, who\ngave me permission to extract it fzqjn his beautiful \"Book of Old\nNew York,\" printed by him privately for collectors."}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "680", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nat the corner of Fourteenth Street and Broadway, with a\ngarden stretching down toward Thirteenth Street, through\nwhose green gate we entered when the stoop was crowded\nby the public. From those windows I saw the Prince of\nWales, afterwards Edward VII, and from that roof I gazed\nupon the immense mass meeting which expressed the loyalty\nof the North, which was memorably addressed by Henry\nWard Beecher, and the scarcely less eloquent George W.\nBethune, D. D. I remember how on that day we gazed a\nlittle doubtfully at the mother of President Roosevelt—lovely\nand dear always—because, forsooth, she came from Georgia.\nThe call of the President for 75,000 troops met with instant\nresponse, and from all sections of the country we kept hear-\ning of relations and friends who were expecting speedily to\nadvance \"On to Richmond.\" Alas! it took the disastrous Bull\nRun and many similar events to make us realize that it was\nnot a three months', war. Many, many friends never came\nback, and when, years afterwards, I heard Joseph Cook say,\n\"I belong to a decimated generation,\" I knew that he and I\nwere contemporaries.\nBut there were victories. As I write these words, the fif-\ntieth anniversary of Gettysburg is being celebrated. All\nthrough the first, second and third days of July, 1863, we\nkept getting word of success. On the night of the Fourth\nwe were on our roof, watching the skyrockets, not then con-\ncealed by skyscrapers, and the sound of extras arose. \"More\nnews from Gettysburg,\" we cried, and hastened down, my\nfather being the first to get to the street. From the front\n-door he shouted, \"It isn't Gettysburg—Vicksburg has surren-\ndered,\" and of course our joy knew no bounds. Then fol-\nlowed an illumination—how often I think of it as I go along\nthe \"great white way\"—for electricity was then only har-\nnessed to telegraph wires and a little tallow dip in each pane\nsatisfied our ideas of brilliancy.\nOn the nineteenth of that July I left New York with a\nmerry party for a summer outing in New Hampshire. At\nBellows Falls we had to wait for a train from Boston, and\nwhen it came, there were extras again. And lo! they told\nus of the draft riots in New York, which had been so peace-\nful that morning. My father,was still in the city, and of\ncourse he did patrol work, as every one else did who was\non the right side.\n* I have not spoken of the great fair of the Sanitary Com-\nmission, and I am not sure in which year it occurred, but all\nwomen and girls consecrated their time and their money,\nwith what results the world knows. Nor have I mentioned\nhow boys and girls alike scraped lint and rolled bandages\nand made \"Havelocks\" during classes in school—and doubt-\nless sent them off laden with germs which would make the\nsurgeons of to-day shudder and turn pale. So we lived—\nand at last the troops did get to Richmond and the day of\ngreat rejoicing came. And after the assassination of our\nPresident, ah me! I sometimes think the gay and happy\nyoung people of the next generation have not known what\nliving means, even if they did have a bit of a taste of war\nduring that hot summer when we liberated Cuba and took\nupon ourselves the responsibility of the Phillipines."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "681", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEdison: His Re-Creation of\nthe Human Voice\nBy Frank Harris\nJ HAVE never believed much in the mechanical reproduc-\ntion of artistic masterpieces, never praised them. It has\nalways seemed to me difficult enough for a man to become\nan artist, to say nothing of a machine. Photographs of\ndrawings, it is true, are often indistinguishable from the\noriginals; statues, too, can be reproduced in bronze and other\nmetals to perfection. Form can be recreated to the satisfac-\ntion even of the artist himself, but color defies reproduction,\nand still more musical tone with its myriad varying inflections.\nAccordingly, when I was assured the other day that Edison\nwas able to recreate and render perfectly the voice of a great\nsinger or a master's work on the violin I took the assurances\nwith more than the usual grain of salt.\n\"Come to Carnegie Hall,\" said my friend, \"and judge for\nyourself,\" and as a doubting Thomas, I consented to go.\nCarnegie Hall, as every one knows, is very large; it seats\n3500 persons and its acoustic properties are not wonderful.\nThe test, therefore was sure to be severe. But Mr. Fuller,\nMr. Edison's representative, was very confident. He declared\nthat Mr. Edison had accomplished the incredible, that it was\nimpossible to distinguish between the singer's voice and its\nrecreation, or between the real violin player and the mechani-\ncal reproduction.\nMadame Rappold of the Metropolitan Opera Company was\nthe prima donna chosen for the demonstration, and the first\nsong was \"Vissi D'Arte,\" from Puccini's \"Tosca.\" The music\nbegan and one was immediately caught by the beauty of the\nsound, the \"human\" quality of the voice, throbbing through\nthe air, now rising, now falling in waves of melody. One\ncould shut one's eyes and almost swear it was a woman\nsinging. Suddenly the music increased in volume; we looked,\nMadame Rappold had joined in; just as suddenly, she ceased\nbut the voice continued. Again and again the test was made;\nit was impossible to distinguish between the singer's voice\nand the voice given forth by the Cabinet; impossible. Every\nlightest tone, every shade of emotion, the tremolo of fear,\nthe triumphant pulsing of joy, even the indescribable sense\nof tears in the voice were perfectly reproduced. Criticism\nwas silenced.\nWith wonder and curiosity mingled we waited for the dem-\nonstration with the violin. In this test, too a violinist ap-\npeared and played, now alone, now with the instrument; at\none moment you heard the Cabinet alone, then the violinist\njoined in, the volume of sound increased, but the sound was\nthe same, absolutely the same, indistinguishable, identical.\nThe miracle was accomplished."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "682", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nNo wonder Mr. Edison wrote of this invention: \"It is the\ngreatest thing I've ever done—almost a new art.\" Hence-\nforth it will be possible for anyone to listen to the greatest\nmusic: in the his own fireside.\nIt is only right to say that the demonstration with the\npiano was not anything like so wonderful, whether this was\ndue in part to the size of the hall or not, I could not say;\nbut the recreation was not perfect. Mr. Fuller warned us\nbeforehand Edison regards this part of his work as\nstill experimental, and there it must be left until the wizard\ntakes it in hand again and does for the piano what he has\ndone for the voice and the violin. But as both voice and\nviolin are incomparably more complex than the piano, it is\ncertain that sooner or later the reproduction of the piano,\ntoo, will be brought to perfection.\nMeantime one can rest and be thankful for what has al-\nready been done. One can now sit in one's own room in the\nevening and hear Anna Case or Marie Rappold in \"Vissi\nD'Arte,\" or in \"Mimi\" in all comfort. One can have Spaulding\nat command or Marie Kaiser whenever one pleases.\nThe world's debt to Edison has been enormously increased.\n\nThe Movies and the Press\n\nA FACT in explanation of the popularity of the movies\nis the co-operation between the film magnates and the\nnewspapers. It is not generally known that the publication\nin the newspapers of some, if not all, of the continued stories\nwhich are synchronously displayed in films in the moving\npictures theaters, are paid for by the movie magnates. Not\nalone are those stories printed much as are paid advertise-\nments, but the newspapers printing them are paid a certain\nroyalty on the film presentations of the stories in the theaters\nof the district covered by the circulation of those newspapers.\nThe advantage of this arrangement to the newspapers and to\nthe moving picture houses is so evident as to be in no need\nof demonstration. In the face of such a powerful combina-\ntion there seems to be slight prospecf of any resuscitation of\nthe spoken drama. The interest of the newspapers is with\nthe moving picture institution. There is no such heavy\ninterest of the press in the encouragement of the revival of\nthe drama proper. The old style theatrical advertising hardly\namounted to enough to make newspapers participants in\ntheatrical prosperity. There is more newspaper participation\nin the movie profits. Practical journalism's success in getting\nin on the movie profits shows that the newspaper business\nwill never again make the mistake it made with regard to\nbaseball. The newspapers exploited baseball to such an\nextent that they created a public craving for baseball news\nand now they must cater to that craving. They print more\nbaseball news than any other kind. They pay sporting writers\nbetter than any other kind. They permit those writers to\nexploit themselves. They turn loose their artists on the"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "683", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nsport pages. And now the newspapers can't stop. They find\nthemselves boosting the baseball business and getting prac-\ntically nothing in the way of revenue, from that business,\nfor baseball clubs do very little advertising. They pay for\nsmall cards during the days there are games played, and that\nis all. The papers are working for the baseball' magnates\nand the papers cannot quit because, if they do, they will\nlose their readers of sport news, and if they lose readers,\nthey will lose the support of the big advertisrs, The baseball\nbusiness has the newspaper business on the hip. When the\nmovies came, the newspapers, remembering baseball, were\nin no haste to boost the game. They held off until the movies\nbegan to advertise. At first the individual movie houses\nbegan printing small cards announcing attractions. Then the\nbig film-making corporations indulged in advertising splurges\nto help the business of the little theaters, and now these big\ncorporations pay advertising rates to have stories like \"Mary\nPaige\" or \"The Mysteries of Myra\" or \"The Iron Claw\"\nprinted as serials in the dailies and then pay the dailies a per-\ncentage on the receipts of every film performance of the scen-\narios of the serials. Of these serial-story-films as works of lit-\nerature, nothing need be said. They get what they go after—\nthe public's money. They are morally clean, even if they are,\nof movie necessity, super-sensational. But how is the spoken\ndrama to make any headway against the combination of\njournalistic business and film-corporation business? Can the\nmen who are interested in the old theater as a business afford\nto \"come across\" to the newspapers in a way to win back\nthe public? Can they arrange to get more than the Sunday\npage announcements of coming shows? And can they put\na stop to the appearance of condemnatory criticism of their\nofferings? There is no journalistic criticism of the movies.\nThese are practical questions concerning the terrific vogue\nof the new mechanical form of dramatic representation.\nProfessor Muensterberg and others say that the movie is\nan art-form, but that is disputable. But if the movies are art,\nmust not the social philosopher find in this realm of human\nexpression and its current crescent vogue another demonstra-\ntion of the potency of economic determinism? The news-\npaper-movie combination is economic. It is a factor\ndetermining movie development as either a business or an\nart, as surely as the cheapness of movie entertainment is\nsuch a factor. There is nothing reprehensible in this. It is\nsimply a fact we must accept. How it will work out finally\nno one can say. It has the spoken drama,\ncommercially. But it has made for the publication and the\nwide reading of literary plays. It has brought into being\nsuch an organization as the Drama League and innumerable\nsocieties for the study and acting of plays for the plays' sake.\nIt has built \"little theaters\" and brought about the vogue\nor the country theater. It has encouraged amateur acting\nand it may bring about a revival of the professional stock"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "684", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncompany. Even it may be said that the film play is develop-\ning a better and truer representation of actual life, as indicated\nin Mr. Floyd Dell's article on a new film play in this issue\nof the \"Mirror.\" The possibilities of the movie are incal-\nculable. They are powerful in propaganda. The liquor\ninterests aver that certain influences have used the movies in\nthe interest of Prohibition by persistent representation of the\nevils of drink. The films have been preaching \"Preparedness.\"\nThey have been made special pleaders for the Germans and\nfor the Allies. They are used to educate the farmers in\nagronomic efficiency. And now the Chicago \"Public\" offers\na prize for the best moving picture scnario of a film drama\nto preach the social efficacy of the Single Tax. But the\ncombination of the movies and the press is the most signicant\ndevelopment of the situation. Will the movies finally dom-\ninate the press or vice versa? Is man, as Samuel Butler\nprophesied, to be dominated by the machine that will not\nonly do his work but direct his thinking?\n\nWilliam Marion Reedy\n\nMother\n\nMY mother is dead. Nothing is left of her. She has disap-\npeared from this world.\nWhenever she was being dressed or coiffeured for the\ntheatre, for dinner or for a reception I was in despair as a\nchild and like in death agony. Her leaving our home in the\nevening hurt me indescribably. The governess said: \"Look\nwhat a beautiful mother you haveK' . . .\" Nobody under-\nstood my grief. She went ou.t into that world which was\nnot ours, and even with pleasure she went. I was deeply un-\nhappy. The rooms with the lighted candelabras seemed to\nme like the result of a destructive war, as after an accident.\nThe mirror over the dressing table, the receptacles with\nfragrant waters which had served to manicure her hands, her\ndressing gown and her little slippers, everything was in dis-\norder. No one had thought of my pain; not the old faithful\ncook, nor the ever-giggling chambermaid, nor the governess.\nThey were sitting together, gossiping, and happier than ever.\nBut I had lost my dearest, whilst the others had won an\n\"evening off.\"\nA few days ago at the nightly hour of 2 o'clock in the\nmorning, I stood in front of the house. I was looking up at\nthe dark windows\" in the second story. Here then at about\nthe same quiet hour, had lain my beautiful mother in inde-\nscribable pain, and had brought me into the world. I seemed\nmy first whinin£- 1 saw mother exhausted to death,\nfulfilling her duty towards life. I was there, too. The faith\nof my being was irrevocable. I hollowed, but the midwife\nmost likely said: \"Oh! What healthy lungs!\" Now I am\nstanding herein front of these windows at the same hour\nof the night and seem to hear again mother's moaning. I am\nbald-headed and pretty well demoralized and forty-eight\nyears of age, and didn t succeed in anything, notwithstanding"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "685", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nmy wonderful talents.\nMother is dead. Nothing is left of her. She has vanished\nfrom the world and will never come back again. She gave\nto me a healthy body, intelligence and a soul. And so she\nfulfilled, ideally, her duties as a mother.\nMay she sleep peacefully. . . .\n\nAfter the German of Altenberg, by Guido Bruno\n\nTo Fourteenth Street\n—Tarleton Winchester\nThou art the boundary line\nBetween those that are and think they are,\nThose that are not and think they are,\nThose that are and think they art not,\nAnd those that are not and do not think at all.\n\nThe Perfect Book\nRichard Aldington\n\"\"pHERE could be no greater distinction for an author than\nto produce a book which everybody disliked. Such a\nbook would be either a work of genius or a mass of putre-\nfaction; probably the latter; but in any case it would be a\ndistinction.\nLiterature is far too democratized; everybody -eads and\nnearly everybody writes. A book, however good, i.s bound\nto please somebody; there are snobs who will like a book\nmerely because they do not understand it. To please is now-\nadays too facile a conquest. I dream of the perfect book\nwhich would disgust not only the Society for the Prevention\nof Cruelty to Morals and the worm-eaten jackals of the\nPress, but one's nearest friends and the masters whom one\nreveres.\nOne would even be disgusted with it oneself—supreme\ntriumph!\nVia the Egoist, London\n\nPassing Paris\n\nApril 15th, 1916.\nit may sometimes be the outcome of lack\nof confidence, indifference to popularity is always es-\ntimable albeit the qualities it evinces may be of a negative\norder. It may sometimes be due to unintelligibility, which in\nits turn may proceed from (1) of course, a superior intellect\nwhose workings are beyond immediate reach; (2) from a\nnatural idiosyncracy; (3) from the use of drugs (as in\nRaimbaud); (4) from affectation, it being almost impossible\nto distinguish the last-named category with certainty. M.\nSebastien Voirol, by whom we give one of the most lucid\nof the poems he sent in his La Feuille de Laurier Tricolore\nmais Verte (sic) to soldiers at the front, does not, I believe,"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "686", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nintend deliberately to puzzle. In his estimation, literature,\nhis literature, at least, occupies an ornamental plane. A\nliterature condescending to be easily decipherable is to him,\nI fancy, a literature of utility, domestic, and of a low order,\na literature of the streets, not literature, therefore, but merely\nwriting. He has, apparently, come to use words in some\nparallel, rather than in their direct, sense. Mallarme's most\nhermetic pages must be M. Voirol's pet delectation.- All\nhis work, whether in poetry or in prose (L'Eden, Augurales\net Talismans, Les Sandales au.x Larmes), is written with the\nloftiest disregard for conventional coherence, but always with\na species of literary gentility which commands admiration\nand sympathy. It is possible that words have some mystic\nsignificance for M. Voirol, to which he has the key; it is\npossible that to him they are images in themselves; it is\npossible that to him they have a life outside and beyond their\nmeanings; it is possible he condenses and triturates 'and\ndilutes them till he reaches their soul and spirit, and it is\nthese he distils for us. It is possible that, like many an\nalchemist of old, his labour is futile of results, and that he\nexpects more of language, as they did often of their chemi-\ncals, than it can give. . . . It is possible, on the other\nhand, that it does open on to a new world, or at least on to\none of which he has the intuition and vision—it is possible\nit opens on to nothing. At all events it opens on to nothing\nthat is vulgar or commonplace and certainly on to something\nthat is distinguished in its singularity. M. Voirol's respect\nof language must be respected, his tenacity to his convictions\nadmired, his desire of the decorative eminently approved of.\nM. Sebastien Voirol is the Secretary-founder of the Anglo-\nFrench Literary Bureau, to which reference has been made\nin these columns as aiming at establishing a link between\nFrench and British literary circles.\nExtract from a letter to the London Egoist\n\nMuriel Cielkovska.\n\nAppropriate Names\nIn looking over an old New York Almanac, a curious\ngentleman found the following names, than which it would\nbe difficult to imagine any more admirably adapted to the\nprofessions or trades of the persons by whom they were\nborne. Dunn, a tailor; Giblett and Bull, butchers; Truefit,\na wigmaker; Cutmore, an eating-house keeper; Boilet, a fish-\nmonger; Rhackem, an attorney; Whippy, a saddler; Breadcut,\na baker; Coldman, an undertaker, Wicks, a tallow-chandler;\nand Bringlow, an apothecary.\n\nEpitaphs in a Connecticut Churchyard\n(The wife dies.)\nWeep not for me, my husband dear—\nI am not dead, but sleeping here.\n(The husband dies)\n*\nYour husband dear has ceased to weep,\nAnd here with you will lie and sleep."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "687", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nSons of Great Fathers:\n\nSiegfried Wagner\n\nPerhaps\nQNCE in olden times, so it is writ, there was a King of\nthe East who possessed a copy of each of the known\nbooks of the world. Being a\\busy monarch, what with his\nwars and his many affairs of state, the King felt the need of\na condensed compendium of the learning contained in his\nlibrary for his own private use, and ordered his wise men to\nprepare it. In twenty years' time they brought him an ency-\nclopedia which twenty camels might carry. But the King\nhad not time to read so much as that. The wise men labored\nafresh reducing the matter to what one camel might carry.\nBut still the monarch demurred. \"Take it, and put it into\nthe least possible compass,\" said he; \"I am now old and must\npossess this knowledge in a form that I may take it in a\nglance.\" Then, at last, his worthy servants came to him\nbearing a simple leaf of the papyrus upon which was written:\nThis is the history of mankind: They were born; they\nsuffered; and they died. And the quintessence of all science,\nof all knowledge, is this: Perhaps."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "688", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.12", "texte": "BRMO'S WEEKLY\n\nFlasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus\nTokai\nA GLASS of thy reviving gold to me,\nWhether or no my dreamy soul be sad,\nBrings souvenirs of lovely Vienna, glad\nIn her eternal summer-time to be!\nI hear in joyous trills, resounding free,\nThe waltzes that the German fairies bade\nThe souls of Strauss and Lanier, music mad,\nCompose, to set the brains of worlds aglee.\nAnd in the Sperl, dreaming away the sweet\nOf pleasant life, and finding it all praise,\nDead to the past and scorning Death's surprise,\nI see in calm felicity complete\nSome fair Hungarian Jewess on me gaze\nWith the black glory of Hebraic eyes!\nRum Punch\n\"T'HE world to give thee lasting fame combines\nJamaica sends thee sugar cane, o'er seas;\nAnd pungent spices from the Antilles,\nLend thee the perfumes of the southern vines.\nFrance gives the crimson sorcery of her wines,\nMongolia lavishes her yellow teas,\nAnd to endower thee with rare mysteries,\nSicily yields her lemons and sweet pines.\nThou dost recall to me days debonair,\nAnd visions of the Quarter Latin, where,\nChatting around thy bluish spectral light\nInsouciant students and alert grisettes\nDrank thee while puffing regie cigarettes,\nMocking with merry song the startled night!\n\nWilde's Masterpiece\n\nTHERE is one book Oscar Wilde gave to the world, and\nthat alone is worth more than all that a hundred others\ndid. This is \"The Picture of Dorian Grey.\" Just abstract\nfrom the plot and read for the sake of the beauty of each\nsentence and of the beauty expressed in each sentence. I\nknow it is a revelation to almost everybody who really reads\nit. I have given this book to ever so many men and women\nwho didn't know it, and I know I gave them a new value\nfor their lives. The English is masterful. The situation\npictures and the scenery, unsurpassed, and what a wealth of\nnew worlds—of unknown worlds of beauty to the average\nbeing. There he mentions rare and wonderful books, of"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "689", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nwhose existence very few know; you receive a lecture about\nbrocades, about old paintings, about flowers, about gems.\nThe inside decorator and the landscape architect find here\nwonderful ideas and suggestions. The student of sociology\nreceives good tips for practical studies. The vainness of real\nlife is painted with the same vivid colors as the shallowness\nof society life and the idle passing of days of the rich. The\nwoman-hater will find very few points to change his mind,\nand he who believes and trusts in the female sex implicitly\nwill see sights of womankind he has never observed before.\nThis is a real book. It is a masterpiece—in every word\nunsurpassed by any fiction in the English language. If he\nhad never written another line this book would have made\nhim immortal. It is so sane and so perverted, so healthy\nand so morbid, so cruel and so tender, so full of light and\nfull of darkness; it is throbbing, unconstrained, real, real life.\n\nG. B.\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nMagazines Galore\nfHE year nineteen-sixteen will be known to the historian\nof American literature as the one blessed with many new\nmagazines. In New York in Chicago, in St. Louis, in Kansas\nCity and in little places of whose existence we never even\ndreamt, they have been born. Eighty-four are lying before\nme, all in the early teens. Names? What do they matter? All\nof them have one aim—to redeem suppressed voices. Some\nacknowledge frankly being ''one-man\" magazines. They want\nto run a hole into the universe. Poor lads! They will find\na hole in their pockets and a roof over their enthusiasm.\nInstead of looking through the roofless house of a beauty\nthirsty soul to the skies and to the stars—and might it be\nonly one star, framed by a hall-room window—they will\ndroop their heads and try to adjust the price they must pay\nfor their venture. If they only see the humorous side of it,\nthe}' will get a bushel of fun in return for every dollar and\nevery wasted printed page.\nThey there are others who desire to run competition with\nestabhsned periodicals of good standing. They pride them-\nselves in having won \"big names\" for their initial issue.\nAnd then there are others who simply had to do it, they\ncouldn t help to gather a basketful of love and beauty and de-\nand distribute it among those that wish to\nhave it.\n\nThe whole number of Bruno's Weekly for Saturday, May\n13th, 1916, will be devoted to Frank Harris: What he\nmeans to the literature of the world and his particular\ninfluence upon the young writers and artists of America."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "690", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThey know it won't last long but it means life to them\nas long as it lasts. And they are the men who will eventually\nfail in their venture, but they will come back and vyiM come\nback again-\nAnd if considerable time elapses and you fail to hear from\nthem, you fail to see a new venture of theirs, you can take it\nfor granted that they are not among the living, that they\nhave passed to happier hunting-grounds—where there are no\nprinter bills to pay, where one does not need to settle ac-\ncounts with paper mills.\nSignificant for the endeavors of publishers in America half\na century ago is the publisher's note that appears at the con-\nclusion of the first volume of Putnam's Magazine, published\n1853 by the since befamed Putnam & Company, of New York.\n\"Although before publishing our prospectus, we made sure\nof abundant literary help, and gave the names of many of the\ndistinguished writers who had assured us of their hearty\nsympathy, and promised us contributions, yet our conviction\nwas that our best aid would come from Young America,\nwhose name had not yet been announced on Magazine covers.\nAnd so we determined not to give the names of the con-\ntributors to our Monthly, that each article might stand on\nits own merits, and the young unknown be presented to\nthe public on a perfect equality with the illustrious con-\ntributor whose name, alone, would give him an audience;\nfor, in literature, the new-comer is always treated as an intruder.\nBy this course we missed the clipping of hands and bravos\nwhich we might have commanded by announcing the names\nof some of our contributors, but we are so satisfied with\nthe result of the experiment that we shall adhere to the rule\nhereafter.\nPerhaps it is worth while to exhibit some of the mysteries\nof Magazine-making, and let our countrymen know how much\nintellectual activity contributors, four hundred and eighty-\nnine articles, the greater part from writers wholly unknown\nbefore. . ... Every article that we have published has\nbeen paid for at a rate which their writers have thought\n\"liberal,\" all have been original, the product of American\npens and with one exception, we believe that all were written\nfor our columns.\"\n(Publishers of our age! Go! and do likewise!)\n\nLiars\n\nA WARM July evening in the little park near the railroad\nstation. Half an hour before the arrival of the Twen-\ntieth Century Limited. Under a wide-spreading-tree Pearl\nand Bill nestled in the shadow of darkness^\nPearl embraces Bill gently, tenderly, clings to him, kisses\nhis lips and eyes repeatedly. From a nearby amusement park\nthe sound of music borne by the wind. And now, clearly dis-\ntinguished the strain:\n\"Glow, little glow-worn, glimmer, glimmer \"\nV. , ' v-. M"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "691", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"Bill,\" sobs Pearl, \"if you ever hear this strain again, re-\nmember me and our parting of to-day.\"\n(Sobbing softly).\n\"I cannot live without you . . . Let me go with you . . . .\nTake me with you.\"\n\"Be sensible, Pearl,\" Bill persuades.\n\"You can't leave your mother just now and I have to go\nback to that miserable little city. How unhappy you would\nbe out there if I couldn't always be with youf\n\"And you know I could not.\n\"Come, sweetheart, walk over with me to the train so I\nmay have you until the last second and at Christmas time\nI'll come again.\n\"That is not far off. Just five months.\n\"And we'll write to each other and forget each other.\n\"Won't you. Pearl, my darling, my only one?\"\nAnd he kisses her in the shadows of the trees. The iar\noff music plays: -\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\"\nShe goes with him, step by step, to the ticket office, to the\nbaggage agent, to the station platform, to the door of the\ncoach.\nA last embrace-.\nThe train begins to move.\nPearl waves with the tear-wet handkerchief and the music\nplays:\nI J.\nywo days later in the city.\nBill lounges on the couch of his hotel room. Nestled up\nto him—Mae. Her black hair is disheveled. The brown, hazel\neyes are laughing. The little white teeth, the fresh red lips,\nthe dimples in the cheek—-everybody cheer and happiness.\nAnd she kisses him again and again: \"Finally you camel\nI didn't'know what to do with myself in that lonely, lone-\nsome town and so I came up here to meet you. And to-\nmorrow we shall travel home together and if the sun shines\nas today it will be glorious!\"\n\"Billy, my Billy \" She kisses him madly. And from\nthe dining room through the open window of the hotel room\nthere sounds:\nJN the parlor of Pearl's mother.\nIt is evening. The light is not turned on.\nPearl leans against the window sill.\nAt her side—Arthur—cheek against cheek.\n\"Your mother stays away long today and in the meantime\nI can caress . . . can kiss you.\"\nAnd he kisses her: \"Do you really care for me?\"\nIf you could only feel how I love you, Pearl, my darling'\n\"And you really love me?\"\n. And she throws her arms about his neck and she looks\ninto his eyes and whispers in his ear and kisses him. And in\nthe adjoining room her sister plays on the piano:\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\""}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "692", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe One Missive\nTWO days later, Pearl receives a postal from Bill.\n\"Dearie:—I am sitting alone in the desolate hotel\nwaiting for the train that will take me farther away from you\nagain. Downstairs in the dining room the music plays.\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\n\"I think of you and write it to you. Your Bill.\"\nThe Other Missive\nAND among the mail awaiting him, Bill found a little letter.\n\"Billy Dear:—You have been away two days and it\nseems an eternity to me. In the adjoining room my sister\nis playing on the piano. She plays: )(\n\"Glow, little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer—\nShe doesn't know how that air tortures me and quickly\nI have to write to you. I think of you and love you.\n\nPearl.\"\n\nThoughts on Suicide—II\nBy Martin Brown\nJumping From a Height\nVf/HAT loathsome spirit put this in my mind?\nWhat devil of delirium drives me so\nThat up, and up, on any path I find\nStumbling along, my weary footsteps go?\nNow-—now—at last I see my horrid goal\nA sickening, dizzy drop to where below,\nA zigzag path winds down a stony knoll.\nDid I leave there a century ago?\nI cannot help it, have no strength to fight\nThe tentacles that draw me on and on,\nThey say that after all one dies of fright\nThat in the whistling iar all sense is gone.\nAnd yet I fear that I shall live to know\nThat hideous impact where the rocks are grey.\nA ghastly suction draws me from below—\nIt is of fate, and this the fatal way.\nDrowning\nT GIVE myself abandoned to your arms\nEcstatic, free, to do with as you will.\nIn blissful trust I feel your cool embrace <\nNor fear your cryptic eyes so dark and still.\nAnd when they find me sleeping on your breast\nSmothered with kisses, that you loved me so,\nWith tears they'll murmur—\"drowned\"—nor understand\nWhat only God and you and I can know."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "693", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nRoma Lucida\nBy Henri Fumet\nTranslated from, the French for Bruno's Weekly by Renee Lacoste.\nDear God, promise me death, that I may taste\nlife. Dear God, give me remorse, that I may\ntaste pleasure. Dear God, make me the equal\nof the daughters of Eve.\n(Prayer of Leila, daughter of Lilith.)\n—Anatole France.\nQHE was a strange, little girl. He followed her for, a\nwhile through the dark streets where she seemed lost.\nThen he spoke to her:\n\"Pardon me, little lady; don't I know you?\"\n\"Upon my word, sir, I know nothing about it, but I\nhardly believe it.\"\n\"Now I know you.\"\nShe laughed.\n\"What is your name?\"\n\"Roma Lucida.\"\nHe was startled.\n\"It is true? That's really your name? Can there be a\nwoman who is called that . . . Permit me to salute you.\nYou give me a great deal of pleasure, you don't realize how\nmuch.\"\n\"I am well aware that I have an original name, but no\none has ever complimented me about it in such a fashion.\"\n\"Just fancy . . . To find on the pavement of a city,\nin the dust of the setting sun, a little girl like you, with\neyes like yours, with hair like this, it is so rare! . . . And\nif you bear the name of the eternal city, who can render\nhomage to your true worth! . . . Why do you have such\na name?\"\n\"My father was of Italian descent. He always wanted\na daughter so he could call her Roma, wishing her name to\nbe a beautiful phrase.\""}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "694", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be Continued.)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and\nedited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Washington\nSquare, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New\nYork, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act of March\n3d, 1879.\n\n' \"Your father must have been very intelligent?\"\n\"He wrote books which never were printed. He spoke\nFrench and Italian, and thoroughly understood both\nlanguages. But he preferred French because of its monotone\ncadence and because he abhorred the accent of tones. Thus\nit was that he pronounced my name slowly, holding all the\nsyllables as if singing it; when people pronounced it after\nthe Italian fashion, only sounding the o and the -1, it was\na real pain to him; he said they disfigured me.\"\nWhile she was speaking, he was looking at her eyes, trying\nto discover their real shade; he admired her hands and her\nankles. Her whole body was as harmonious as a poem.\nShe bore the impediment of modern dress with the grace of\n3. poplsr tree.\n\"Oh, Roma Lucida! How much you please me. Do you\nknow I was wandering about the streets like a lost soul\nthat you hase resurrected me? You have performed a good\ndeed. I hope you aren't going to send me away now?\n\"You will have to leave, though.\" .\n\"Why? . . . You are about to reply with a platitude\nand I will be obliged to answer you in the same fashion. You\ndon't know me; neither do I know you. I would hardly be\nable to recognize you in a crowd a month from now. Come,\ngive me your arm. We are going to walk by the setting\nsun telling each other stories.\"\nWillingly the little girl put her hand on the arm of her\nnew friend. It was thus they became acquainted.\nThey strolled around all evening in the dusk. Then they\nsaid farewell. He kissed her wrist above the glove. She\nbegan to laugh, as she had never been kissed in this way\nbefore.\n\"Promise to come to see me!\"\n\"I promise.\"\n\nTHE MEXICAN BORDER\nA POEM BY CHARLES EDISON\n250 Copies Printed\n; 11 . ■ ,\nat 27 Cents Each."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[695]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.19", "texte": "RARE BOOKS FIRST EDITIONS\nMm SlMtnMI BmIu, luly PrintM Book*. Imilittia BmIni\nBootes for Christmas Gifts\n/)\nilnflr or ta acta for psoplo who havo neither tlms Mr oypMN\ntvnlir to Mlwt for thamaalraa, or for thoao who haro not mo«w to tftfc.\nfesst hook mart*. Why not hofia collecting aowf\nI ■ • , . ■ • • '\nAddress, E. V., Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\n\nI BUY BOOKS\nSin|b Tolumsi, small lots, and libraries; ratopripk\nletters of known literary men and artists, drawings*\npictures and engravings. Address\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Car* of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq.\n\nFor Houses, Apartments or Rooms, See\nPEPE & BRO.\nREAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. Washington Square\nTelephone 41*9 Spring Cor. of MacDougal Street\n\nBeing a book\nI N W H I C H\nnae say just what not think. Published every month bp Norman-Bel\nGeddes at 7$6 Second Avenue in Detroit> Michigan, It it a little\nbook uniquely illustrated. Write for sample copy.\n\nCHARLES ICF.FJ.FR\nIN RECITALS OF HIS OWN POEMS\nTHE VICTORY—Songs of Triumph. Price, one dollar\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third edition. G. P. Putnam'*\nSons, New York & London. Price $1.50.\nSONGS OF A WANDERER. In manuscript\nTHE MIRROR OF MANHATTAN. In manuscript\nDANCE RYTHMS. In manuscript.\nMr. Keeler recites selections from all the above and his varied\nand unique programs are full of interest and inspiration both\nin the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates fot\nCalifornia Tour in June, July and August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. GOMME\nThe Little Bookshop Around the Corner\n2 East 20th Street New York City"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[696]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160506-01.1.20", "texte": "Charles Edison's Little Thimble Theatre, Situated\nAt No. 10 Fifth Avenue, Greenwich Village, N. Y. C.\nCuidlo Bruno, Manager\nThis Week's Performances\nThursday, 8:45 p. m. Musicals\nFriday, - 8:45 p. m. Musicals\nSaturday, 8:45 p. at. Musical*\n* '\n>\nAsk or write for ticket of admission to the\nMusicales. They are free.\n\nCIRCULATING LIBRARY OF FRENCH NOVELS\nEUREKA BOOK SHOP\n15 Bible House\nAfttor Place, Cor. 3rd Ave., New York. Facing Cooper Union\nBOOKLOVERS AND COLLECTORS ARE WELCOME\n\n$4\nIS\nPade\nBooK\norous .India* Vferse with\nwood cover—price 40$\ns®\nOne\nof the\nmost unique\nPapers t/>1.\nPublished -Per Copy,IOC\nfomes-32.-/? Booft of Verse —25$\nE&rl H> Erotnons, 311 V/.46 St.. New YorltCitY\n\nThere can be no pleasanter place to hear\nthat remarkable Edison Record\nNnmber (82536) than\nThe Diamond Disc Shop\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmos-\nphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been\nsacrificed on the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring you, with our\ncompliments, an interesting little\nPhone: Stujrcsant 4570 biography of Mr. Thos. A. Edison"}]}