{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_sha256": "122b21d33e0b066026772cd4d4ef887e667372050c9d03bd60edfa417d06a0c2", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/05/27_01/bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/05/27_01/bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[727]", "page_fin": "[727]", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "YET each man kills the thing he loves,", "titre_sommaire": "YET each man kills the thing he loves,", "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": "[727]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 136, "fin_caractere_exclue": 754, "texte": "Oscar Wilde\nYET each man kills the thing he loves,\nBy each let this be heard:\nSome do it with a bitter look,\nSome with a flattering word;\nThe coward does it with a kiss,\nThe brave man with a sword!\nSome kill their lotfe when they are young,\nAnd some when they are old;\nSome strangle with the hands of Lust,\nSome with the hands of Gold:\nThe kindest use a knife, because\nThe dead so soon grow cold.\nSome love too little, some too long,\nSome sell, and others buy;\nSome do the deed with many tears,\nAnd some without a sigh;\nFor each man kills the thing he loves,\nYet each man does not die.\nFrom\"The Ballad of Reading Gaol\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[727]", "page_fin": "730", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Translated Extracts from a letter to the Editor", "titre_sommaire": "Translated Extracts from a letter to the Editor", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[727]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 756, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2074, "texte": "Parisian Women During the War\nTranslated Extracts from a letter to the Editor\n|~}o you remember that lot of night cafes and night restaur-\nants on the Place Pigalle where they used invariably to\ntake tourists and strangers before the war to show them how\n\"real Parisians\" danced tango? A shower of little rubber\nballs, happy laughter and gay music greeted you. And now,\neven in the Restaurant l'Abbaye, there is less noise and less\nlight than before, and if you enter the half-darkened room,\nyou notice on the red canopies along the walls, a number of\nwomen bent diligently over their sewing. Since the outbreak\nof the war the place was rented by \"Le droit des femmes\"\nand there are about half a hundred women who are out of\nwork in steady employ. They give them a very frugal break-\nfast, and supper before they start for home in the evening,\nand they also pay them every fourteen days, a few francs.\nAll kinds of women are asking here constantly for work,\nwhite-haired widows, wives of working men, but chiefly\nmidinettes.\n\"Everybody who wishes to work is made welcome,\" said\none, of the patronesses whom I interviewed, \"and it: is of no\nconsequence to us whether the women are decent or not. We\nare occupying the women with all kinds of sewing work and\nwith the manufacture of dolls, especially of dolls in the uni-"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "728", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2921, "texte": "forms of the Allies, like the picturesque Scots and Cossacks.\"\nL'Abbaye is only one of the many working shops opened\nand successfully operated during the past year for women out\nof employment. And it can easily be understood where the\ntens of thousands of midinettes of Paris are keeping them-\nselves since the outbreak of the war, who previously popu-\nlated, during the breakfast hours, the boulevards and the\nRue, de la Paix. Many of them left for the country, but\nmost of them found work in the sewing rooms, while only a\nsmall number accepted the offers of the Magdalene Sisters,\nwho offered them shelter and board, if they were willing to\nlive according to the rules of the institution and to make\nbandages for the wounded..\nA few days ago I paid a visit to this house of midinettes.\nIt seemed to be a cage filled with singing birds and it would\nmake a novel with many chapters, to write about those little\nmidinettes working under the supervisions of nuns \"pour la\npatrie.\"\nWhile a good many of the society women of Paris are en-\nwrapped in their charitable activities in l'Abbaye, in the\nbazars, at the \"boulevards des capucines,\" the ladies of the ex-\nclusive circle of Parisian society almost all joined the Red\nCross. At the start of the war there was quite a bit of hesita-\ntion about the groups and patriotic societies they should join,\nbut now the women of France are united in one league and in\none union. For the society women, the Croix Rouge is the\nlatest Parisian saloon where everyone meets everybody. But\nnot everybody has access to this saloon. It is necessary—as\nthey say in slang—to show \"la patte blanche,\" and it has hap-\npened on different occasions, that divorced women were\nsnobbed and not permitted to participate in the sewing work.\nAs most of the ladies of the Red Cross are royalists and\ndevout Catholics, one must not be surprised that the republi-\ncan laws concerning divorce seem to be forgotten. But laws\nand morals are two entirely different things. Not very wel-\ncome guests among the ladies of the Red Cross are even wo-\nmen of republican circles, and therefore they have founded a\nso-called Green Cross which also takes care of the wounded\nand sick—to be differentiated from the Blue Cross which is\ncaring for horses exclusively. Even now during the war, are\nthe social contrasts in Paris so sharply marked that organiza-\ntions of Crosses in all colors of the rainbow sprang up in no\ntime.\nThen there is \"la petite bourgeoisie\"—wives of radical phy-\nsicians or lawyers or teachers, who never approved of mili-\ntarism and who are trying their best to get accustomed to\nthe prevailing conditions of the country.\nThe war has been a good teacher of geography. Only a\nlittle while ago it was not a singular occurence in Paris to\nmeet a lady of the best circles, educated in a cloister, who had\nonly very vague ideas—not only about the geography of\nEurope, but of France."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "729", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3054, "texte": "The step from the society women to the woman of the half-\nworld is not very big.\nAnd surely this letter would not be complete if it did not\nmention the lady of the night cafe. The actress is the con-\nnecting link between her and good society. The little\nactresses all went to the country. They pretended to be going\nhome to take care of a wounded brother or cousin, and they\nhave not been seen again in Paris. All of them, nearly, came\nfrom the country. Their people own somewhere, a piece of\nland, are farmers and are glad to welcome back to their\nfamily circle black sheep. All you can see in Paris now\nare the little trotinns, living on twenty-five sous per days, paid\nto the unemployed by the maire of each Arrondissement.\n—How a Paris woman dresses during the war? I wonder\nif there is still a Parisian fashion existing? If there is, it is\nsurely the so-called Scotch bonnet, used now by almost all\nParisian ladies, and its old name, \"bonnet de Police\" is again\nin vogue. Not much is to be said otherwise about fashions.\nThat the Russian blouse with Serbian embroidery will be\nworn by elegant Paris during the winter, seems to be assured.\nScotch is favored very much, too. And the color schemes will\ncombine the national colors of the belligerent allies. But not\nmuch is left of the liglit-heartedness of yore—not in fashions\nand not in the mode of living. Even the greeting on the\nstreets and in public places has a grave, solemn character.\nWhere the jolly heart of the French woman is? It is far away\nat the front! There are at present, more than four million wo-\nmen who are without husbands or whose brothers, sons or\nsweethearts are in the trenches somewhere out there in con-\nstant danger of life, that they call \"at the front.\"\nA few are fortunate enough to have their male relatives still\nat home—those whose husbands and sons are employed in the\noffices of the military administrations. She, \"la femme de\nl'embusque\" is a pathetic little figure. All day long she is\nvisiting her friends while her husband is in the office telling\nthem that he doesn't wish anything better than to be trans-\nferred to the front. And while her poor heart is paralyzed by\nthe idea that he may be commanded to the front, she feigns\neagerly her desire to see her busband, too, among the fighters\nfor France's freedom.\nBut all of them—no matter what their social or political or\nreligious convictions may be—the ladies of the Red and of the\nBlue Cross, the republican women of the Green Cross, and\nthe wife of the workingman who is trying to keep her family\ngoing during her husband's absence in the field—every one of\nthem consecrates her heart to the army. No matter if the\ndistinguished aristocratic woman snobs a \"newly rich\" during\na meeting of the Red Cross, her heart goes out in sympathy\nto the wounded and to the suffering. And the countess leaves\nin the most terrific heat or in streaming rain, her comfortable\nquarters, to walk among the people on the boulevards collect-\ning sous for soldiers. It is the same desire to help that causes"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "730", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 271, "texte": "the society woman in her limousine as well as the poor wo-\nman in the buss, to knit useful things for the soldiers for theif\nwinter campaign. Knitting needles and yarn can be seen in\nParis everywhere, even on the narrow benches in the moving\npicture show."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "730", "page_fin": "731", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "I- Major-General Frederick Funston, U. S. A.", "titre_sommaire": "I- Major-General Frederick Funston, U. S. A.", "signature_source": "Thomas Robinson Dawley, Jr", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "730", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 273, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2960, "texte": "American Generals\nI- Major-General Frederick Funston, U. S. A.\n\nWHEN I see his name my recollection goes back apace\ntwenty years. Fred Funston, a little sawed-off chap,\ncame to New \\ ork from the wild and woolly west, looking\nfor a job. He was broke and so was I. My meanderingsi\ntook me down to Harper's Weekly, then a. publication of\nweight and merit, and to its amiable managing editor I\nsold some of my literary vaporings. Then I landed a job.\nIt was to go to Cuba and write war stuff.\nFollowing closely upon my heels, Fred Funston landed two\njobs. New \\ork was then rife with Cuban patriotism, and\nstories of Spanish cruelty and oppression, sufficient to make\nany red-blooded man's bipod boil, and there was hardly one\nof us who did not want to go down to Cuba and help lick\nthose Spaniards. We all were willing to fight for a cause,\nand the Cuban cause seemed a good one.\nFred being of the right stuff, and his blood fired by tales\nof Cuba's struggle for freedom, offered his services, not\nhaving any sword to offer, to the Cuban Junta at their offices\ndown in New Street. One of the bunch of Cuban generals,\nsizing him up, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, told him\nthat they were not sending any more to Cuba,\nbu the office boy, being a good American and not a very large\nman himself, tipped Funston off that an expedition was being\nfitted out for Cuba with a couple of Hotchkiss field pieces,\nand that there was not a damned Cuban in the whole cigar\nmaking oufit, that was being sent down to the island to fight\nfor his liberty, who knew a gun from a water main.\nThat was enough for Freddie. All he had to do was to\nascertain who sold those guns, and the office boy informing\nhim, away he hiked up to Hartley and Graham's on Broad-\nway, and boldly announced that he was going to Cuba; for\nmen with red blood, when they make up their minds to do a\nthing, usually do it. He may have stretched a point or\ntwo, but that does not matter. He was shown the twelve\npounder that was being purchased for the Cuban, expedition.\nAn expert explained its mechanism, and he was allowed to\nfondly handle the formidable looking piece, take it apart and\nput it together again, and half an hour's instruction was\ngiven him in finding the range, priming, firing, etc. When\nFunston returned to the Junta, he was theoretically a full\nfledged artilleryman, and so anxious was the Cuban \"general\nto whom he applied for service in the Cuban army this time,\nto secure a gunner for the field pieces that were being sent to\nCuba, that it did not occur to him to size up the applicant's\nsoldierly looking qualities, and the little sawed-off future\ngeneral was engaged at once. But the Cuban Junta wasn't"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "731", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1851, "texte": "paying out any money for either soldiers or artillerymen. It\ntook all the money they could raise to buy their arms and\nammunitions, so Kunston hunted another job which he\nthought would bring him the much needed funds.\nLike myself,- he meandered into the office of Harper's\nWeekly, and there he impressed the editor with his ability to\nsend him real life stuff from the field in Cuba, so that he\nlanded his other job. And thus with two jobs, the war-like\nhobo from the West, embarked for Cuba and began his\nmilitary careet which has landed him in the United States\nArmy with the rank of Major-General.\nHe made good in Cuba as far as the Cuban artillery was\nconcerned. For with the very field piece which he was\nallowed, to so fondly handle in New York, he knocked the\nspots out of the Spanish block-house at Cascorra, helped take\nthe town of Guaimaro, peppered the town and fortifications\not Jiguani, and finally blew up the Infantry barracks of Las\nTunas and helped beat that town into surrender. But by\nthis time, the Cuban army had exhausted itself. The country\nwas without food, and the followers of Carlixto Garcia were\nliterally starving. Funston starved with them until there was\nnothing else to do, and he did it—one of the nerviest things in\nhis life.\nHe rode up to a Spanish blockhouse and surrendered. The\nSpaniards, instead of cutting his throat, as he expected they\nwould do, and as he deserved, took him in, fed him and sent\nhim to Havana, where he was turned over to Consul General\nFitzhugh Lee, and sent back to New \\ork, broke again.\nHere he had his Harper's Weekly job in reserve. He wrote\n\"The Battle of La Machuca,\" and that provided him with\nfunds to travel homeward, where upon the strength of his\nmilitary career in Cuba, he was appointed Colonel of the\nTwentieth (Kansas) Volunteers.\n\nThomas Robinson Dawley, Jr."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "731", "page_fin": "731", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Drawing by Aubrey Beardsley", "titre_sommaire": "Drawing by Aubrey Beardsley", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "731", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 1853, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1880, "texte": "Drawing by\nAubrey Beardsley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "732", "page_fin": "732", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Flasks and Flagons", "titre_sommaire": "Flasks and Flagons", "signature_source": "Francis S. Saltus", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "732", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1233, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus.\nAmontillado\nWH. EN thy inspiring warmth pervades my frame,\nI see the smiling Guadalquiver stray\nThrough Andalusia's fields of endless May,\nCrowned by the ripe wheat like a golden flame.\nThe majos sport in many a wanton game\nAt the soft setting of the ardent day,\nAnd in the Alameda's shadows gray,\nFond lovers murmur their delicious shame.\nAnd then again, the vision will arise\nBefore me, of the worn Campeador\nDraining thy fire beneath the Alhambra's stars,\nWhile with fierce Moslem-valor in their eyes,\nI see bejeweled Caliphs, red with gore,\nBattle to death in moated Alcazars!\nMaraschino\n\"\"THERE is a charm thy essences secrete\nPeopling the mind with many an airy dream,\nUntil in conscious pleasure it doth seem\nThy perfume hath a soul and can entreat.\nSo suave unto the sense, so subtly sweet,\nThat memories of pre-natal beauty teem, .\nAnd haunt the ravished brain in ways supreme,\nMaking our life less dark and incomplete.\nI dr.am of the dim past, but not with pain;\nThe suns of dead but resurrected years,\nGlitter once more on Venice the divine!\nI see the town in bridal robes again,\nCrowned by the Doge amid his gondoliers,\nAnd eyes like Juliet's, softly seeking mine!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "732", "page_fin": "733", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Eternal Riddle", "titre_sommaire": "The Eternal Riddle", "signature_source": "After the German of Peter 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": "732", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1235, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1978, "texte": "The Eternal Riddle\n\nQNE evening the adorable Gladys said: \"Because you are\nso very unhappy on account of your affection not being\nreturned, I shall let you kiss at least my bed, my pillow and\nmy slipper, poor, poor Peter\nShe let me up into the little room which served her and\nher friend Olive as bedchamber. She said: \"This one to the\nright is my bed\nI knelt down and I kissed the beloved sheet and the cover-\nlet. I embraced with inexpressible tenderness the beloved\ncushion still fragrant from her hair. I kissed passionately her\nslipper ,\nShe was looking at me and started to giggle. She giggled\nshe laughed, she screamed she was quite out of sorts with\nmerriment. \"Why, this is Olive's bed, my dear, you are re-\nwarding all this affection"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "733", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1189, "texte": "I was deeply hurt to have been mislead so mischievously\nand I replied as quietly as I could: \"And if so, isn't your\nfriend Olive a beautiful and attractive girl too?\" Sweet\nGladys paled at these words. She said: \"Come on, let us go,\nyou are an actor and anyhow I was too wise to you, you\nlittle fool\nLater on, I said to Olive: \"Olive dear, which one is really\nyour bed in your little bedchamber; the one on the left side\nor the one on the right side?\"\n\"The one on the right .\" \"But Gladys asked me\nto tell you in case you enquired, that it is the one to the left\nfrom the door. What is the matter with you two people?\"\nLater on I said to Gladys: \"Darling, I think you really care\nmore for me than you want to make me believe you do\n— — —Infuriated she replied: \"So you really believe,\nyou idiot, that it was my bed?\"\n\"Yes that's exactly what I believe.\" I answered emphat-\nically. \" •\nShe smiled. She seemed completely satisfied, and in quite\na kind way. she said: \"Poor, poor Peter, I'm so sorry that\n1 love another one, and that you don't like Olive\n\"But are you sure that you really and honestly don't care\nfor her?\"\n\nAfter the German of Peter Altenberg, by Guido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "733", "page_fin": "733", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Scattered Thoughts", "titre_sommaire": "Scattered Thoughts", "signature_source": "Florence Lowe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "733", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1191, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2669, "texte": "Scattered Thoughts\nFlorence Lowe.\nTramcars and Broken Hearts\n'J'HE noise a tram car makes when it stops isn't the noise\nof the brakes so much as it is like the noise made by a\nbroken heart. A friend whom I don't care for any more told\nme that. Who can blame me? She is a fool! You can't\nhear a broken heart grind.\nReligion.\nQNCE there was a man who had read the Rubaiyat so many\ntimes that he knew it by heart. Then he recited it to\nhimself so many times that he began to understand it. Now\nthis man was a great chemist as well as a great thinker, and\nafter the fifty-eighth recitation, the idea of dying became such\na horror and injustice to him, that he decided not to die.\nHe was a man of singularly sincere purpose, and so he went\nhonestly and sincerely to his laboratory, and mixed four\npowders in a chopping bowl. He then lit a bunsen burner,\nfor all the world the way they do in physics classes, and\nheated a green liquid. When the liquid began to bubble, he\nthrew in the powders and recited Lamb's essay 011 poor re-\nlations backward. He then removed the vessel from the fire,\nand after locking the seven doors that led into his laboratory\nand filling seven small bottles with the liquid it contained,\nhe raised it to his lips, and swallowed the remainder—and\nnothing happened.—Except that when he died at the ripe old\nage of eight-one, his heirs discovered that the liquid made\nsplendid furniture polish. Besides, some of the best people\nattended the old man's funeral."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "734", "page_fin": "734", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Girl from Nevada—Broadway Star", "titre_sommaire": "The Girl from Nevada—Broadway Star", "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": "734", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 50, "texte": "The Girl from Nevada—Broadway Star"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "734", "page_fin": "735", "image_debut": 10, "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Skeleton Plot of Most Broadway Successes.", "titre_sommaire": "The Skeleton Plot of Most Broadway Successes.", "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": "734", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 52, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1027, "texte": "The Girl From Nevada\nThe Skeleton Plot of Most Broadway Successes.\nFarce Comedy in Three Acts.\nAct I.\nScene. A garden ivith practicable gate.\nSparkle Mclntyre (entering through gate.) Well this is a\npretty state of affairs. Rosanna Harefoot lived only for me until\nthat theatrical troupe came to town; but now she's stuck on sing-\ning and dancing and letting those actor men make love to her\nthat I can't get a moment with her. Hello! here comes the whole\ncompany. 1 guess they're going to rehearse here. I'll hide behind\nthis tree and watch them do their acts.\nEnter company of Players.\nFirst Player. Well, this is a hot day; but while we're trying\nto keep cool Miss Kitty Socks will sing \"'Under the Daisies.\"\n(iSpecialties by the entire company.)\nFirst Player. Well, we'd better hurry away down the street, or\nelse we'll be late.\n(Exeunt Omnes.\nSparkle Mclntyre (emerging from behind tree). That looks\neasy enough. I guess I'll see what I can do myself.\n(Specialties.) , ,"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "735", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1678, "texte": "First Player {entering with company). Now that rehearsal is\nover, we'll have a little fun for a few moments.\nSparkle {aside). Rosanna will be mine yet.\n{Grand Finale.)\n< Curtain.\nAct 11.\nScene. Parlor of Sparkle Mclntyre's house; Sparkle discovered\nseated at table with brilliant dressing-gown on.\nSparkle. I invited all that theatrical company to spend the even-\ning with me; but I'm afraid they won't come. I just wanted to\nsurprise them with that new song and dance of mine. Ah! here\nthey come now.\nEnter Theatrical Company.\nFirst Player. We are a little late, Mr. Mclntyre, but the fact\nis I had to go to the steamer to meet some friends of mine who\nwere coming over to try their luck in glorious America; and as\nthey're all perfect ladies and gentlemen, I took the liberty of bring-\ning them along. Allow me to introduce them to you: Mr. and\nMrs. Lorenzo Sirocco and the Miss Siroccos from the Royal Alham-\nbra in Rooshy. /\nSparkle. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm pleased to meet you; and\nnow, if you'll favor us with an act, we'll be greatly obliged.\n{Specialties by everybody, and Finale.)\nCurtain.\nAct 111.\nScene. Same as Act I.\nEnter Rosanna.\nRosanna. This is the very garden where I used to meet my own\ntrue Sparkle. In fact, it's right here that he used to spark me.\nWell, while I'm feeling so downhearted, I'll do a little dance just\nto cheer myself up.\n(Specialties by Rosanna.)\nSparkle {entering). What! you here, Rosanna. Then you must\nlove me.\nRosanna. Yesr Sparkle, I do.\nSparkle (embracing her). Then, darling, we will be married\nthis very day. Call the neighbors all in, and we will sing, dance,\nand be merry.\nEnter Company.\n{Specialties).\nCurtain."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "735", "page_fin": "735", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Replated Platitudes", "titre_sommaire": "Replated Platitudes", "signature_source": "Julius Doerner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "735", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1680, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2242, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\n. Coming necessities cast their clamors before.\nUnfortunately, the woman who lives to become beautiful to\nlook at, generally becomes merely beastly to live with.\n: Poetry is the product of that art which understands how to\nwed the visions of the soul to the music of fit words, so that\nsyllabic sequences shall spell, not only sense, but a symphony\nas ' well.\n. Fashion seems to be the fitful froth borne upon a sickly\nbrew of feeble wits and doubtful morals.\nA grafter is a rogue who'd be a thief if he had the moral\ncourage."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "736", "page_fin": "738", "image_debut": 12, "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Greenwich Village in History*", "titre_sommaire": "Greenwich Village in History*", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "736", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 225, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2928, "texte": "Greenwich Village in History*\nA walk through the heart of this interesting locality—the\nAmerican quarter, from Fourteenth street down to Canal,\nwest of Sixth avenue—will reveal a moral and physical clean-\nliness not found in any other semi-congested part of New\nYork; an individuality of the positive sort transmitted from\ngeneration to generation; a picturesqueness in its old houses,\n\"standing squarely on their right to be individual\" alongside\nthose of modern times, and above all else, a truly American\natmosphere reminiscent of the town when it was a village.\nElsewhere in this book we have given an extended account\nof Richmond Hill, Aaron Burr's home in old Greenwich Vil-\nlage. Perhaps the next most notable name which would\noccur to us would be Thomas Paine, who lived at 58 Grove\nStreet, where he wrote his famous pamphlets \"The Age of\nReason\" and \"Commonsense.\" The latter contribution to the\nthen current literature touching on questions pertaining to\nthe_ Revolution did more than all other efforts to unite and\nsolidify public opinion on the question of final separation,\nwhich up to that time had only been considered by a few of\nthe most virulent radicals.\nAnother old landmark was the New York University Build-\ning, where Theodore Winthrop wrote his \"Cecil Greene.\"\nThe Richmond Hill Theatre, Aaron Burr's old home, was\nnot the only contribution to the New York Stage made\nby Greenwich Village. At Greenwich Avenue and Twelfth\nStreet there was the once popular Columbia Opera House.\nPolly Smith, who'was known to everyone as the village\ntomboy, won the Adam Forepaugh prize of ten thousand\ndollars for the most beautiful girl in America. She then\nchanged her name to Louise Montague and made a big hit\nat Tony Pastor's and as the captain's daughter in \"Pinafore.\"\nLeonard Dare, a trapeze performer, lived in Abingdon Square\nbefore she went to London and married into the nobility.\nJohnny Hart, a famous old minstrel, was also a resident.\nHis brother Bob was the prize drinker of the neighbourhood,\nbut when he was sober (and broke) he gave temperance\nlectures and passed the hat for collections.\nThere were many other old characters in the village that\ncan be easily recalled—Crazy Paddy, who never missed a fire\nand who was a familiar figure sprinting down the street\nin front of the \"Department;\" Johnny Lookup, who had an\nuncontrollable penchant for attending funeral and con-\nsidered it his bounden duty to accompany the remains of\nany villager to its last resting place. Then there was Susy\nWalsh, the school teacher, who was so pretty that all the\nboys hung around her desk waiting for the chance to carry\nher books home.\nOld-timers recollect the Jefferson Market Bell Tower and"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "737", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 25, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1148, "texte": "the bell they used to ring for fires; all had a book that gave\nthe location of the fire as indicated by the strokes of the\nbell, and all would run with the machine. Then there was\nthe old slaughter-house on the southwest corner of Bank\nand Hudson Streets, where the boys used to look over the\nold-fashioned half door and see them hoist up the beeves\nwith block and fall, and hit them in the head with an axe.\nDirectly opposite on the northwest corner was the old\nVillage House where the \"boys\" used to play billiards, drink\n\"Tom and Jerrys\" and swap stories.\nWest Tenth Street was called Amos Street, and where\nthe brewery now is, between Greenwich and Washington\nStreets, stood the old state prison where many were hanged.\nIn the ice house oi Beadleston & Woerz's they still point\nout the old beam used for this function of the law. West\nEleventh Street was called Hammond Street, and what is\nnow Fourth Street Park, at the end of Fifth Avenue, was\nthe old Washington Parade Ground, where all the troops\ndrilled and paraded to their hearts' contents. The grounds\nwere surrounded by a high iron railing and there were large"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "738", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2112, "texte": "iron gates which were opened for the entrance of the troops\nand closed to keep the crowds out while the regiments were\nparading.\nDelameter's iron works and foundry were at the foot of\nWest Thirteenth Street, where the boys Used to dive off the\nbig derrick into the clean water of the Hudson—not dirty\nas it is now. The old Hudson Street burying grounds (St.\nJohn's) were at Leroy, Clarkson, Hudson and Carmine\nStreets, and at one end was the caretaker's old-fashioned\nhouse, who cultivated quite a large farm on the unused\nportion of the cemetery. It is now called Skerry's Grove\non account of the tough characters that infest the vicinity.\nThe old marble yard where they cut hugh blocks of marble\nwith swing saws, twas on Bank Street between Hudson and\nBleecker Streets.\nThe different social clubs held their receptions and dances,\nand the politicians in turn held forth in the old Bleecker\nbuilding, situated in Bleecker Street. In this hall Frederick\nHouse, now Judge House, was nominated for the Assembly,\nand John W. Jacobus—\"Wes\" Jacobus—formerly Alderman\nof the Ward and leader of the district, later U. S. Marshal,\nheld forth as boss of the political meetings. Other unique\nfeatures of interest were the Tough Club, the oyster boats\nat the foot of Tenth Street, Jackson Square and Tin Can\nAlley. In his father's bakery at the corner of Jane Street and\nEighth Avenue, John Huyler, of Huyler's candy fame, started\nhis fortune. In connection with the bread business they\nstarted making old-fashioned molasses candy, and from that\nmodest beginning sprang the immense present candy enter-\nprise. The bakery is still standing. A curious feature of the\nvillage is the Northern Dispensary, which occupies a whole\nblock. The block is triangular in shape and is about eighteen\nor twenty leet on each side. It is bounded by a small park,\nby Christopher Street and by Waverly Place on the other\ntwo sides. It may seem strange that this building is bounded\non two sides by Waverly Place, yet such is the case. Waverly\nPlace being a street with three ends. Gay Street is also\nlocated in the Ninth Ward."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "737", "page_fin": "737", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Cofeman", "titre_sommaire": "Cofeman", "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": "737", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 23, "texte": "Cofeman"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "738", "page_fin": "740", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Sadakichi Hartmann— A Life-long Struggle", "titre_sommaire": "Sadakichi Hartmann— A Life-long Struggle", "signature_source": "Joseph Lewis French", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "738", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 2114, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2868, "texte": "Sadakichi Hartmann—\nA Life-long Struggle\n\nTHE sight—or rather the apparition^—for such he is as lie\nrises to begin—of Sadakichi Hartmann on the platform of\nthe assembly rooms of the Ferrer Centre in New York read-\ning his \"Buddha\" the other evening, operated on myself in\nseveral ways. First it stirred up wonder at the weird look of\nthe man, rising pale, like an Afrite, in his black dress-clothes\n—a feling that thrilled every one of his auditors to -the core\\\nI have seen a young woman, as he rose to give his \"Poe\"\nyears ago, throw up her hands, shriek and faint at the sight\nof him. Here is a man who looks like the ghost of thle\ndreams he is about to interpret. His message, his mission,\nare all in his manner. You cannot look upon this tall, gaunt"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "739", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3056, "texte": "ashy-pale spectre of a man without feeling that you are going\nto get something sincere—exotic—you are never\" disappointed.\nMy second thought, for I had not seen Sadakichi in some\ntime, carried me back at once to a little room in a poverty-\nstricken flat in New York and an evening seventeen years\nbefore when I heard the words of Buddha as they came fresh\nfrom the brain of the young poet. The auditors were myself\nand his wife \"the Madonna,\" the children—who bore East\nIndian names, had been packed away to bed for the occasion.\nI never knew a man in those days that lived so completely in\nhis dreams as Sadakichi Hartmann. He was the typical\ndreamer of our great metropolis; known as such everywhere\nfrom the sanctums of Stedman and Howells to the poorest\npurlieus of the East Side. His soul at that time was wrapped\nup in his great cyclus. He had already written \"Christ\" in\nBoston (and suffered for it) and here was \"Buddha\" to which\nI listened\n\"with a rapt surmise\"\nfeeling that a new planet had indeed \"swum into my ken.\"\n\"Mohammed\" was to come and \"Confucius.\" Where the\nbread was to come from for himself and family mean:\nwhile, Sadakichi knew not and cared not. It came, alt-ho\nthere were times when the poetic fire was dimmed by starva-\ntion. I never knew one, and I have known poets-and dreamers\nby the score, who was so possessed by the spirit of self-\nabnegation as this man. He cared not for the world when he\nwas writing these four wonderful dreams—he asked nothing\nof it. He did not even presume that a publisher would look\nat his work. He was satisfied as only the real artist is, with\nthe inner vision and he listened only to her voice. Two of\nthe dramas—they can hardly be called plays—as their effects\ntranscend all stage-art—were published at his own expense.\nThe others, Mohammed and Confucius, the public knew only\nthrough his own recitals.\nFrom great free-thinkers like Walt Whitman, John Bur-\nroughs, James Huneker, Stephane Mallarme, Theophile Beut-\nzon, came a chorus of praise that must have warmed the heart\nof the poet. This was what he expected. This was what he\ncared for. I remember with what suppressed ecstasy he\nshowed me the letter of Stephane Mallarme with whose fame\nall Paris was just then ringing and who is one of the im-\nmortals. Other tasks claimed him; he could not live on the\nthunder and honey and spicery of these works. And so the\nworld heard little, of them except when now and then some\nenthusiastics dragged him forth to read one to a select audi-\nence. He has in this way presented them to the elite of in-\ntellectual America. Something of the worth of what they\nwere going to get must have stirred the air for Francisco\nFerrer followers, for they turned out in force for four con-\nsecutive evenings. I do not think any one of them will ever\nforget the scene. Here was poet, philosopher, prophet, artist,\ncombined in one, pouring forth words that held their souls\nravished as though they strayed in an enchanted garden. If\nthis world were not after all this world, and the limitations of"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "740", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2542, "texte": "■IJU«lU.Willijujufmi, .iti.nwi jujLijjiii-bbw—w—gigag——BgsawcgMßgaßEgaßaga»aep—h———b—■—gg-Uif\nthe poet bound to its representation, one might almost say\nthat Sadakichi held the key to Paradise. It seemed to be\nalmost literally another sphere into which he led his auditors\nevening after evening. As scene after scene unfolded itself,\ngorgeous as the panoply of the heavens, one asked oneself\nwho after all but Sadakichi could have written; could have\ninterpreted this? Here is a case when the poet and his work\nare indissoluble. The art of reading these dramas will be lost\nwith Sadakichi. 1 was asked at the close of the \"Buddha\"\nreading to say something of it as an example of the cyclus.\nThe doctrine of Buddhism is for Sadakichi simply the back-\nground out froin which rises the powerful figure of Gautama\nwith his great world-ethic \"Renounce! Renounce!\" Through\nhim the centuries first heard the cry wnich has echoed\nsteadily ever since through his own and the teachings of\nJesus Christ. Against this powerful spiritual motive as a\nbackground Sadakichi projects the marvelous panorama of\nthe East, of India at the heighth of her power and splendour,\nthat\n\"Gorgeous east (which) with richest hand\nShowers on her kings, barbaric pearl and gold.\"\nScene after scene he builds up with stark realism and\nopulent color, two master keys in the hand of the artist who\ndares to hold them together, till we can feel the shine and\nsplendor of it all and hear the naked vdices speaking to us.\nHere is great material for an epic drama—absolute elemental\ncontrasts—the Orient in the fulness of its glory and the\nstrange stark figure of the prophet protesting against it all.\nAs scene after scene unfolds itself, one asks oneself what\nform but the drama could the poet have used. A story? No.\nThe canvas is too immense to be circumscribed within narra-\ntive bounds. One could readily conceive \"Salammbo\"\nheightened by having been cast in this form, after hearing\n\"Buddha.\" A poem? Again one cannot conceive of the\ngrotesque Titanic imagination of this man made subservient\nto rhythm and cadence. Measure and rule would have\ndestroyed him. Only in this chosen form can he load his\npalette with color and sweep his brush at will. Thus only:\n\"He splashes as none splashed before\nSince great Caldara Polidore,\"\nto quote Browning's \"Waring\"—another great free soul like\nSadakichi.\nThe other dramas are of a parity with \"Buddha\" in styl«\nand atmosphere and the cyclus of four is quite unmatchable\nin the English language.\n\nJoseph Lewis French."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "740", "page_fin": "740", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Culture", "titre_sommaire": "Culture", "signature_source": "Alfred Kreymborg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "740", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 2544, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2638, "texte": "Culture\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThere is only one.\nOnly one sun.\nOnly one moon.\nAnd you too.\nBe that."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "741", "page_fin": "741", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Paradox", "titre_sommaire": "Paradox", "signature_source": "Alfred kreymborg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "741", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 360, "fin_caractere_exclue": 551, "texte": "Paradox\nBy Alfred kreymborg\nFoolish Woman!\nLove her—\nshe asketh more.\nFoolish man!\nLove him—\nhe's satisfied.\nFoolish Woman!\nLoves you—\nshe's satisfied.\nFoolish Man!\nLoves you—\nhe asketh more."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "741", "page_fin": "742", "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Impressions of America", "titre_sommaire": "Impressions of America", "signature_source": "Oscar Wilde", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "741", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 553, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2107, "texte": "Impressions of America\nBy Oscar Wilde\nMany people imagine that the term \"I guess,\" which is so\ncommon in America, is purely an American expression, but\nit was used by John Locke in his work on \"The Understand-\ning,\" just as we now use \"I think.\"*\nIt is in the colonies, and not in the mother country, that\nthe old life of the country really exists. If one wants to\nrealise what English Puritanism is—not at its worst (when\nit is very bad), but at its best, and then it is not very good—\nI do not think one can find much of it in England, but much\ncan be found about Boston and Massachusetts. We have\ngot rid of it. America still preserves it, to be, I hope, a\nshort-lived curiosity.\nSan Francisco is a really beautiful city. China Town,\npeopled by Chinese labourers, is the most artistic town I\nhave ever come across. The people—strange, melancholy\nOrientals, whom many people would call common, and they\nare certainly very poor—have determined that they will have\nnothing about them that is not beautiful. In the Chinese\nrestaurant, where these navvies meet to have supper in the\nevening, I found them drinking tea out of china cups as\ndelicate as the petals of a rose-leaf, whereas at the gaudy\nhotels I was supplied with a delf cup an inch and a half\nthick. When the Chinese bill was presented it was made\nout on rice paper, the account being done in Indian ink as\nfantastically as if an artist had been etching little birds on\na fan.\nSalt Lake City contains only two buildings of note, the\nchief being the Tabernacle, which is in the shape of a soup-"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "742", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 317, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2621, "texte": "kettle. It is decorated by the only native artist, and he has\ntreated religious subjects in the naive spirit of the early\nFlorentine painters, representing people of our own day in\nthe dress of the period side by side with people of Biblical\nhistory who are clothed in some romantic costume.\nThe building next in importance is called the Amelia\nPalace, in honour (of one of Brigham Young's wives. When\nhe died the present president of the Mormons stood up\nin the Tabernacle and said that it had been revealed to him\nthat he was to have the Amelia Palace, and that on this\nsubject there were to be no more revelations of any kind!\nFrom Salt Lake City one travels over the great plains of\nColorado and up the Rocky Mountains, on the top of which\nis Leadville, the richest city in the world. It has also got the\nreputation of being the roughest, and every man carries a\nrevolver. I was told that if I went there they would be\nsure to shoot me or my travelling manager. I wrote and\ntold them that nothing that they could do to my travelling\nmanager would intimidate me. They are miners—men work-\ning in metals, so I lectured to them on the Ethics of Art.\nI read them passages from the autobiography of Benvenuto\nCellini and they seemed much delighted. I was reproved by\nmy hearers for not having brought him with me. I explained\nthat he had been dead for some little time which elicited the\nenquiry \"Who shot him\"? They afterwards took me to a\ndancing saloon where I saw the only rational method of\nart criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was\nprinted a notice:—\nPLEASE DO NOT SHOOT THE\nPIANIST.\nHE IS DOING HIS BEST.\nThe mortality among pianists in that place is marvellous.\nThen they asked me to supper, and having accepted, I had\nto descend a mine in a rickety bucket in which it was im-\npossible to be graceful. Having got into the heart of the\nmountain I had supper, the first course being whiskey, the\nsecond whiskey and the third whiskey.\nI went to the Theatre to lecture and I was informed that\njust before I went there two men had been seized for com-\nmitting a murder, and in that theatre they had been brought\non to the stage at eight o'clock in the evening, and then and\nthere tried and executed before a crowded audience. But\nI found these miners very charming and not at all rough."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-05-27-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-05-27_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[726]", "page_fin": "[726]", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "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=bmtnaaq19160527-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[726]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 225, "fin_caractere_exclue": 531, "texte": "HOTEL BREVOORT\nFifth Avenue\nCAFE LAFAYETTE\nUniversity Place\nRAYMOND ORTEIG, INC.\nThe Two French Hotel* and Restaurants of New York\nGONFARONE'S\n40 West Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. 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Write for sample copy.\nCHARLES KEELER\nIN RECITALS OF HIS OWN POEMS\nTHE VICTORY—Songs of Triumph. Price, one dollar\nELFIN SONGS OF SUN LAND. Third edition. G. P. Putnam's\nSons, New York & London. Price $1.50.\nSONGS OF A WANDERER. In manuscript\nTHE MIRROR OF MANHATTAN. In manuscript\nDANCE RYTHMS. In manuscript.\nMr. Keeler recites selections from all the above and his varied\nand unique programs are full of interest and inspiration both\nin the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates fof\nCalifornia Tour in June, July and August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. 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Edison*"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET\nON WASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents May 27th, 1916\nW. & G."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[726]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright by Guido Bruno, May 27th, 19X6. Original matter,\nincluding all drawings, may not be reproduced without permission\nof Guido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit\nis given to author and Bruno's Weekly*\n\nHOTEL BREVOORT\nFifth Avenue\nCAFE LAFAYETTE\nUniversity Place\nRAYMOND ORTEIG, INC.\nThe Two French Hotel* and Restaurants of New York\nGONFARONE'S\n40 West Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. Henry,\nspeaking of Gonfarone's in one of his unexcelled Green-\nwich Village Stories."}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[727]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 22\nMAY 27th, MCMXVI.\nVol. II\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nOscar Wilde\nYET each man kills the thing he loves,\nBy each let this be heard:\nSome do it with a bitter look,\nSome with a flattering word;\nThe coward does it with a kiss,\nThe brave man with a sword!\nSome kill their lotfe when they are young,\nAnd some when they are old;\nSome strangle with the hands of Lust,\nSome with the hands of Gold:\nThe kindest use a knife, because\nThe dead so soon grow cold.\nSome love too little, some too long,\nSome sell, and others buy;\nSome do the deed with many tears,\nAnd some without a sigh;\nFor each man kills the thing he loves,\nYet each man does not die.\nFrom\"The Ballad of Reading Gaol\"\n\nParisian Women During the War\nTranslated Extracts from a letter to the Editor\n|~}o you remember that lot of night cafes and night restaur-\nants on the Place Pigalle where they used invariably to\ntake tourists and strangers before the war to show them how\n\"real Parisians\" danced tango? A shower of little rubber\nballs, happy laughter and gay music greeted you. And now,\neven in the Restaurant l'Abbaye, there is less noise and less\nlight than before, and if you enter the half-darkened room,\nyou notice on the red canopies along the walls, a number of\nwomen bent diligently over their sewing. Since the outbreak\nof the war the place was rented by \"Le droit des femmes\"\nand there are about half a hundred women who are out of\nwork in steady employ. They give them a very frugal break-\nfast, and supper before they start for home in the evening,\nand they also pay them every fourteen days, a few francs.\nAll kinds of women are asking here constantly for work,\nwhite-haired widows, wives of working men, but chiefly\nmidinettes.\n\"Everybody who wishes to work is made welcome,\" said\none, of the patronesses whom I interviewed, \"and it: is of no\nconsequence to us whether the women are decent or not. We\nare occupying the women with all kinds of sewing work and\nwith the manufacture of dolls, especially of dolls in the uni-"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "728", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nforms of the Allies, like the picturesque Scots and Cossacks.\"\nL'Abbaye is only one of the many working shops opened\nand successfully operated during the past year for women out\nof employment. And it can easily be understood where the\ntens of thousands of midinettes of Paris are keeping them-\nselves since the outbreak of the war, who previously popu-\nlated, during the breakfast hours, the boulevards and the\nRue, de la Paix. Many of them left for the country, but\nmost of them found work in the sewing rooms, while only a\nsmall number accepted the offers of the Magdalene Sisters,\nwho offered them shelter and board, if they were willing to\nlive according to the rules of the institution and to make\nbandages for the wounded..\nA few days ago I paid a visit to this house of midinettes.\nIt seemed to be a cage filled with singing birds and it would\nmake a novel with many chapters, to write about those little\nmidinettes working under the supervisions of nuns \"pour la\npatrie.\"\nWhile a good many of the society women of Paris are en-\nwrapped in their charitable activities in l'Abbaye, in the\nbazars, at the \"boulevards des capucines,\" the ladies of the ex-\nclusive circle of Parisian society almost all joined the Red\nCross. At the start of the war there was quite a bit of hesita-\ntion about the groups and patriotic societies they should join,\nbut now the women of France are united in one league and in\none union. For the society women, the Croix Rouge is the\nlatest Parisian saloon where everyone meets everybody. But\nnot everybody has access to this saloon. It is necessary—as\nthey say in slang—to show \"la patte blanche,\" and it has hap-\npened on different occasions, that divorced women were\nsnobbed and not permitted to participate in the sewing work.\nAs most of the ladies of the Red Cross are royalists and\ndevout Catholics, one must not be surprised that the republi-\ncan laws concerning divorce seem to be forgotten. But laws\nand morals are two entirely different things. Not very wel-\ncome guests among the ladies of the Red Cross are even wo-\nmen of republican circles, and therefore they have founded a\nso-called Green Cross which also takes care of the wounded\nand sick—to be differentiated from the Blue Cross which is\ncaring for horses exclusively. Even now during the war, are\nthe social contrasts in Paris so sharply marked that organiza-\ntions of Crosses in all colors of the rainbow sprang up in no\ntime.\nThen there is \"la petite bourgeoisie\"—wives of radical phy-\nsicians or lawyers or teachers, who never approved of mili-\ntarism and who are trying their best to get accustomed to\nthe prevailing conditions of the country.\nThe war has been a good teacher of geography. Only a\nlittle while ago it was not a singular occurence in Paris to\nmeet a lady of the best circles, educated in a cloister, who had\nonly very vague ideas—not only about the geography of\nEurope, but of France."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "729", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe step from the society women to the woman of the half-\nworld is not very big.\nAnd surely this letter would not be complete if it did not\nmention the lady of the night cafe. The actress is the con-\nnecting link between her and good society. The little\nactresses all went to the country. They pretended to be going\nhome to take care of a wounded brother or cousin, and they\nhave not been seen again in Paris. All of them, nearly, came\nfrom the country. Their people own somewhere, a piece of\nland, are farmers and are glad to welcome back to their\nfamily circle black sheep. All you can see in Paris now\nare the little trotinns, living on twenty-five sous per days, paid\nto the unemployed by the maire of each Arrondissement.\n—How a Paris woman dresses during the war? I wonder\nif there is still a Parisian fashion existing? If there is, it is\nsurely the so-called Scotch bonnet, used now by almost all\nParisian ladies, and its old name, \"bonnet de Police\" is again\nin vogue. Not much is to be said otherwise about fashions.\nThat the Russian blouse with Serbian embroidery will be\nworn by elegant Paris during the winter, seems to be assured.\nScotch is favored very much, too. And the color schemes will\ncombine the national colors of the belligerent allies. But not\nmuch is left of the liglit-heartedness of yore—not in fashions\nand not in the mode of living. Even the greeting on the\nstreets and in public places has a grave, solemn character.\nWhere the jolly heart of the French woman is? It is far away\nat the front! There are at present, more than four million wo-\nmen who are without husbands or whose brothers, sons or\nsweethearts are in the trenches somewhere out there in con-\nstant danger of life, that they call \"at the front.\"\nA few are fortunate enough to have their male relatives still\nat home—those whose husbands and sons are employed in the\noffices of the military administrations. She, \"la femme de\nl'embusque\" is a pathetic little figure. All day long she is\nvisiting her friends while her husband is in the office telling\nthem that he doesn't wish anything better than to be trans-\nferred to the front. And while her poor heart is paralyzed by\nthe idea that he may be commanded to the front, she feigns\neagerly her desire to see her busband, too, among the fighters\nfor France's freedom.\nBut all of them—no matter what their social or political or\nreligious convictions may be—the ladies of the Red and of the\nBlue Cross, the republican women of the Green Cross, and\nthe wife of the workingman who is trying to keep her family\ngoing during her husband's absence in the field—every one of\nthem consecrates her heart to the army. No matter if the\ndistinguished aristocratic woman snobs a \"newly rich\" during\na meeting of the Red Cross, her heart goes out in sympathy\nto the wounded and to the suffering. And the countess leaves\nin the most terrific heat or in streaming rain, her comfortable\nquarters, to walk among the people on the boulevards collect-\ning sous for soldiers. It is the same desire to help that causes"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "730", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe society woman in her limousine as well as the poor wo-\nman in the buss, to knit useful things for the soldiers for theif\nwinter campaign. Knitting needles and yarn can be seen in\nParis everywhere, even on the narrow benches in the moving\npicture show.\n\nAmerican Generals\nI- Major-General Frederick Funston, U. S. A.\n\nWHEN I see his name my recollection goes back apace\ntwenty years. Fred Funston, a little sawed-off chap,\ncame to New \\ ork from the wild and woolly west, looking\nfor a job. He was broke and so was I. My meanderingsi\ntook me down to Harper's Weekly, then a. publication of\nweight and merit, and to its amiable managing editor I\nsold some of my literary vaporings. Then I landed a job.\nIt was to go to Cuba and write war stuff.\nFollowing closely upon my heels, Fred Funston landed two\njobs. New \\ork was then rife with Cuban patriotism, and\nstories of Spanish cruelty and oppression, sufficient to make\nany red-blooded man's bipod boil, and there was hardly one\nof us who did not want to go down to Cuba and help lick\nthose Spaniards. We all were willing to fight for a cause,\nand the Cuban cause seemed a good one.\nFred being of the right stuff, and his blood fired by tales\nof Cuba's struggle for freedom, offered his services, not\nhaving any sword to offer, to the Cuban Junta at their offices\ndown in New Street. One of the bunch of Cuban generals,\nsizing him up, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, told him\nthat they were not sending any more to Cuba,\nbu the office boy, being a good American and not a very large\nman himself, tipped Funston off that an expedition was being\nfitted out for Cuba with a couple of Hotchkiss field pieces,\nand that there was not a damned Cuban in the whole cigar\nmaking oufit, that was being sent down to the island to fight\nfor his liberty, who knew a gun from a water main.\nThat was enough for Freddie. All he had to do was to\nascertain who sold those guns, and the office boy informing\nhim, away he hiked up to Hartley and Graham's on Broad-\nway, and boldly announced that he was going to Cuba; for\nmen with red blood, when they make up their minds to do a\nthing, usually do it. He may have stretched a point or\ntwo, but that does not matter. He was shown the twelve\npounder that was being purchased for the Cuban, expedition.\nAn expert explained its mechanism, and he was allowed to\nfondly handle the formidable looking piece, take it apart and\nput it together again, and half an hour's instruction was\ngiven him in finding the range, priming, firing, etc. When\nFunston returned to the Junta, he was theoretically a full\nfledged artilleryman, and so anxious was the Cuban \"general\nto whom he applied for service in the Cuban army this time,\nto secure a gunner for the field pieces that were being sent to\nCuba, that it did not occur to him to size up the applicant's\nsoldierly looking qualities, and the little sawed-off future\ngeneral was engaged at once. But the Cuban Junta wasn't"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "731", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npaying out any money for either soldiers or artillerymen. It\ntook all the money they could raise to buy their arms and\nammunitions, so Kunston hunted another job which he\nthought would bring him the much needed funds.\nLike myself,- he meandered into the office of Harper's\nWeekly, and there he impressed the editor with his ability to\nsend him real life stuff from the field in Cuba, so that he\nlanded his other job. And thus with two jobs, the war-like\nhobo from the West, embarked for Cuba and began his\nmilitary careet which has landed him in the United States\nArmy with the rank of Major-General.\nHe made good in Cuba as far as the Cuban artillery was\nconcerned. For with the very field piece which he was\nallowed, to so fondly handle in New York, he knocked the\nspots out of the Spanish block-house at Cascorra, helped take\nthe town of Guaimaro, peppered the town and fortifications\not Jiguani, and finally blew up the Infantry barracks of Las\nTunas and helped beat that town into surrender. But by\nthis time, the Cuban army had exhausted itself. The country\nwas without food, and the followers of Carlixto Garcia were\nliterally starving. Funston starved with them until there was\nnothing else to do, and he did it—one of the nerviest things in\nhis life.\nHe rode up to a Spanish blockhouse and surrendered. The\nSpaniards, instead of cutting his throat, as he expected they\nwould do, and as he deserved, took him in, fed him and sent\nhim to Havana, where he was turned over to Consul General\nFitzhugh Lee, and sent back to New \\ork, broke again.\nHere he had his Harper's Weekly job in reserve. He wrote\n\"The Battle of La Machuca,\" and that provided him with\nfunds to travel homeward, where upon the strength of his\nmilitary career in Cuba, he was appointed Colonel of the\nTwentieth (Kansas) Volunteers.\n\nThomas Robinson Dawley, Jr.\n\nDrawing by\nAubrey Beardsley"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "732", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFlasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus.\nAmontillado\nWH. EN thy inspiring warmth pervades my frame,\nI see the smiling Guadalquiver stray\nThrough Andalusia's fields of endless May,\nCrowned by the ripe wheat like a golden flame.\nThe majos sport in many a wanton game\nAt the soft setting of the ardent day,\nAnd in the Alameda's shadows gray,\nFond lovers murmur their delicious shame.\nAnd then again, the vision will arise\nBefore me, of the worn Campeador\nDraining thy fire beneath the Alhambra's stars,\nWhile with fierce Moslem-valor in their eyes,\nI see bejeweled Caliphs, red with gore,\nBattle to death in moated Alcazars!\nMaraschino\n\"\"THERE is a charm thy essences secrete\nPeopling the mind with many an airy dream,\nUntil in conscious pleasure it doth seem\nThy perfume hath a soul and can entreat.\nSo suave unto the sense, so subtly sweet,\nThat memories of pre-natal beauty teem, .\nAnd haunt the ravished brain in ways supreme,\nMaking our life less dark and incomplete.\nI dr.am of the dim past, but not with pain;\nThe suns of dead but resurrected years,\nGlitter once more on Venice the divine!\nI see the town in bridal robes again,\nCrowned by the Doge amid his gondoliers,\nAnd eyes like Juliet's, softly seeking mine!\n\nThe Eternal Riddle\n\nQNE evening the adorable Gladys said: \"Because you are\nso very unhappy on account of your affection not being\nreturned, I shall let you kiss at least my bed, my pillow and\nmy slipper, poor, poor Peter\nShe let me up into the little room which served her and\nher friend Olive as bedchamber. She said: \"This one to the\nright is my bed\nI knelt down and I kissed the beloved sheet and the cover-\nlet. I embraced with inexpressible tenderness the beloved\ncushion still fragrant from her hair. I kissed passionately her\nslipper ,\nShe was looking at me and started to giggle. She giggled\nshe laughed, she screamed she was quite out of sorts with\nmerriment. \"Why, this is Olive's bed, my dear, you are re-\nwarding all this affection"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "733", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nI was deeply hurt to have been mislead so mischievously\nand I replied as quietly as I could: \"And if so, isn't your\nfriend Olive a beautiful and attractive girl too?\" Sweet\nGladys paled at these words. She said: \"Come on, let us go,\nyou are an actor and anyhow I was too wise to you, you\nlittle fool\nLater on, I said to Olive: \"Olive dear, which one is really\nyour bed in your little bedchamber; the one on the left side\nor the one on the right side?\"\n\"The one on the right .\" \"But Gladys asked me\nto tell you in case you enquired, that it is the one to the left\nfrom the door. What is the matter with you two people?\"\nLater on I said to Gladys: \"Darling, I think you really care\nmore for me than you want to make me believe you do\n— — —Infuriated she replied: \"So you really believe,\nyou idiot, that it was my bed?\"\n\"Yes that's exactly what I believe.\" I answered emphat-\nically. \" •\nShe smiled. She seemed completely satisfied, and in quite\na kind way. she said: \"Poor, poor Peter, I'm so sorry that\n1 love another one, and that you don't like Olive\n\"But are you sure that you really and honestly don't care\nfor her?\"\n\nAfter the German of Peter Altenberg, by Guido Bruno.\n\nScattered Thoughts\nFlorence Lowe.\nTramcars and Broken Hearts\n'J'HE noise a tram car makes when it stops isn't the noise\nof the brakes so much as it is like the noise made by a\nbroken heart. A friend whom I don't care for any more told\nme that. Who can blame me? She is a fool! You can't\nhear a broken heart grind.\nReligion.\nQNCE there was a man who had read the Rubaiyat so many\ntimes that he knew it by heart. Then he recited it to\nhimself so many times that he began to understand it. Now\nthis man was a great chemist as well as a great thinker, and\nafter the fifty-eighth recitation, the idea of dying became such\na horror and injustice to him, that he decided not to die.\nHe was a man of singularly sincere purpose, and so he went\nhonestly and sincerely to his laboratory, and mixed four\npowders in a chopping bowl. He then lit a bunsen burner,\nfor all the world the way they do in physics classes, and\nheated a green liquid. When the liquid began to bubble, he\nthrew in the powders and recited Lamb's essay 011 poor re-\nlations backward. He then removed the vessel from the fire,\nand after locking the seven doors that led into his laboratory\nand filling seven small bottles with the liquid it contained,\nhe raised it to his lips, and swallowed the remainder—and\nnothing happened.—Except that when he died at the ripe old\nage of eight-one, his heirs discovered that the liquid made\nsplendid furniture polish. Besides, some of the best people\nattended the old man's funeral."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "734", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Girl from Nevada—Broadway Star\n\nThe Girl From Nevada\nThe Skeleton Plot of Most Broadway Successes.\nFarce Comedy in Three Acts.\nAct I.\nScene. A garden ivith practicable gate.\nSparkle Mclntyre (entering through gate.) Well this is a\npretty state of affairs. Rosanna Harefoot lived only for me until\nthat theatrical troupe came to town; but now she's stuck on sing-\ning and dancing and letting those actor men make love to her\nthat I can't get a moment with her. Hello! here comes the whole\ncompany. 1 guess they're going to rehearse here. I'll hide behind\nthis tree and watch them do their acts.\nEnter company of Players.\nFirst Player. Well, this is a hot day; but while we're trying\nto keep cool Miss Kitty Socks will sing \"'Under the Daisies.\"\n(iSpecialties by the entire company.)\nFirst Player. Well, we'd better hurry away down the street, or\nelse we'll be late.\n(Exeunt Omnes.\nSparkle Mclntyre (emerging from behind tree). That looks\neasy enough. I guess I'll see what I can do myself.\n(Specialties.) , ,"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "735", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFirst Player {entering with company). Now that rehearsal is\nover, we'll have a little fun for a few moments.\nSparkle {aside). Rosanna will be mine yet.\n{Grand Finale.)\n< Curtain.\nAct 11.\nScene. Parlor of Sparkle Mclntyre's house; Sparkle discovered\nseated at table with brilliant dressing-gown on.\nSparkle. I invited all that theatrical company to spend the even-\ning with me; but I'm afraid they won't come. I just wanted to\nsurprise them with that new song and dance of mine. Ah! here\nthey come now.\nEnter Theatrical Company.\nFirst Player. We are a little late, Mr. Mclntyre, but the fact\nis I had to go to the steamer to meet some friends of mine who\nwere coming over to try their luck in glorious America; and as\nthey're all perfect ladies and gentlemen, I took the liberty of bring-\ning them along. Allow me to introduce them to you: Mr. and\nMrs. Lorenzo Sirocco and the Miss Siroccos from the Royal Alham-\nbra in Rooshy. /\nSparkle. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm pleased to meet you; and\nnow, if you'll favor us with an act, we'll be greatly obliged.\n{Specialties by everybody, and Finale.)\nCurtain.\nAct 111.\nScene. Same as Act I.\nEnter Rosanna.\nRosanna. This is the very garden where I used to meet my own\ntrue Sparkle. In fact, it's right here that he used to spark me.\nWell, while I'm feeling so downhearted, I'll do a little dance just\nto cheer myself up.\n(Specialties by Rosanna.)\nSparkle {entering). What! you here, Rosanna. Then you must\nlove me.\nRosanna. Yesr Sparkle, I do.\nSparkle (embracing her). Then, darling, we will be married\nthis very day. Call the neighbors all in, and we will sing, dance,\nand be merry.\nEnter Company.\n{Specialties).\nCurtain.\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\n. Coming necessities cast their clamors before.\nUnfortunately, the woman who lives to become beautiful to\nlook at, generally becomes merely beastly to live with.\n: Poetry is the product of that art which understands how to\nwed the visions of the soul to the music of fit words, so that\nsyllabic sequences shall spell, not only sense, but a symphony\nas ' well.\n. Fashion seems to be the fitful froth borne upon a sickly\nbrew of feeble wits and doubtful morals.\nA grafter is a rogue who'd be a thief if he had the moral\ncourage."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "736", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Concluded from last issue)\n*J am indebted for this story to Mr. Henry Collins Brown, iuho\ngave me permission to extract it from his beautiful \"Book of Old\nNeiv York,\" printed by him Privately for collectors.\n\nGreenwich Village in History*\nA walk through the heart of this interesting locality—the\nAmerican quarter, from Fourteenth street down to Canal,\nwest of Sixth avenue—will reveal a moral and physical clean-\nliness not found in any other semi-congested part of New\nYork; an individuality of the positive sort transmitted from\ngeneration to generation; a picturesqueness in its old houses,\n\"standing squarely on their right to be individual\" alongside\nthose of modern times, and above all else, a truly American\natmosphere reminiscent of the town when it was a village.\nElsewhere in this book we have given an extended account\nof Richmond Hill, Aaron Burr's home in old Greenwich Vil-\nlage. Perhaps the next most notable name which would\noccur to us would be Thomas Paine, who lived at 58 Grove\nStreet, where he wrote his famous pamphlets \"The Age of\nReason\" and \"Commonsense.\" The latter contribution to the\nthen current literature touching on questions pertaining to\nthe_ Revolution did more than all other efforts to unite and\nsolidify public opinion on the question of final separation,\nwhich up to that time had only been considered by a few of\nthe most virulent radicals.\nAnother old landmark was the New York University Build-\ning, where Theodore Winthrop wrote his \"Cecil Greene.\"\nThe Richmond Hill Theatre, Aaron Burr's old home, was\nnot the only contribution to the New York Stage made\nby Greenwich Village. At Greenwich Avenue and Twelfth\nStreet there was the once popular Columbia Opera House.\nPolly Smith, who'was known to everyone as the village\ntomboy, won the Adam Forepaugh prize of ten thousand\ndollars for the most beautiful girl in America. She then\nchanged her name to Louise Montague and made a big hit\nat Tony Pastor's and as the captain's daughter in \"Pinafore.\"\nLeonard Dare, a trapeze performer, lived in Abingdon Square\nbefore she went to London and married into the nobility.\nJohnny Hart, a famous old minstrel, was also a resident.\nHis brother Bob was the prize drinker of the neighbourhood,\nbut when he was sober (and broke) he gave temperance\nlectures and passed the hat for collections.\nThere were many other old characters in the village that\ncan be easily recalled—Crazy Paddy, who never missed a fire\nand who was a familiar figure sprinting down the street\nin front of the \"Department;\" Johnny Lookup, who had an\nuncontrollable penchant for attending funeral and con-\nsidered it his bounden duty to accompany the remains of\nany villager to its last resting place. Then there was Susy\nWalsh, the school teacher, who was so pretty that all the\nboys hung around her desk waiting for the chance to carry\nher books home.\nOld-timers recollect the Jefferson Market Bell Tower and"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "737", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nCofeman\n\nthe bell they used to ring for fires; all had a book that gave\nthe location of the fire as indicated by the strokes of the\nbell, and all would run with the machine. Then there was\nthe old slaughter-house on the southwest corner of Bank\nand Hudson Streets, where the boys used to look over the\nold-fashioned half door and see them hoist up the beeves\nwith block and fall, and hit them in the head with an axe.\nDirectly opposite on the northwest corner was the old\nVillage House where the \"boys\" used to play billiards, drink\n\"Tom and Jerrys\" and swap stories.\nWest Tenth Street was called Amos Street, and where\nthe brewery now is, between Greenwich and Washington\nStreets, stood the old state prison where many were hanged.\nIn the ice house oi Beadleston & Woerz's they still point\nout the old beam used for this function of the law. West\nEleventh Street was called Hammond Street, and what is\nnow Fourth Street Park, at the end of Fifth Avenue, was\nthe old Washington Parade Ground, where all the troops\ndrilled and paraded to their hearts' contents. The grounds\nwere surrounded by a high iron railing and there were large"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "738", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\niron gates which were opened for the entrance of the troops\nand closed to keep the crowds out while the regiments were\nparading.\nDelameter's iron works and foundry were at the foot of\nWest Thirteenth Street, where the boys Used to dive off the\nbig derrick into the clean water of the Hudson—not dirty\nas it is now. The old Hudson Street burying grounds (St.\nJohn's) were at Leroy, Clarkson, Hudson and Carmine\nStreets, and at one end was the caretaker's old-fashioned\nhouse, who cultivated quite a large farm on the unused\nportion of the cemetery. It is now called Skerry's Grove\non account of the tough characters that infest the vicinity.\nThe old marble yard where they cut hugh blocks of marble\nwith swing saws, twas on Bank Street between Hudson and\nBleecker Streets.\nThe different social clubs held their receptions and dances,\nand the politicians in turn held forth in the old Bleecker\nbuilding, situated in Bleecker Street. In this hall Frederick\nHouse, now Judge House, was nominated for the Assembly,\nand John W. Jacobus—\"Wes\" Jacobus—formerly Alderman\nof the Ward and leader of the district, later U. S. Marshal,\nheld forth as boss of the political meetings. Other unique\nfeatures of interest were the Tough Club, the oyster boats\nat the foot of Tenth Street, Jackson Square and Tin Can\nAlley. In his father's bakery at the corner of Jane Street and\nEighth Avenue, John Huyler, of Huyler's candy fame, started\nhis fortune. In connection with the bread business they\nstarted making old-fashioned molasses candy, and from that\nmodest beginning sprang the immense present candy enter-\nprise. The bakery is still standing. A curious feature of the\nvillage is the Northern Dispensary, which occupies a whole\nblock. The block is triangular in shape and is about eighteen\nor twenty leet on each side. It is bounded by a small park,\nby Christopher Street and by Waverly Place on the other\ntwo sides. It may seem strange that this building is bounded\non two sides by Waverly Place, yet such is the case. Waverly\nPlace being a street with three ends. Gay Street is also\nlocated in the Ninth Ward.\n\nSadakichi Hartmann—\nA Life-long Struggle\n\nTHE sight—or rather the apparition^—for such he is as lie\nrises to begin—of Sadakichi Hartmann on the platform of\nthe assembly rooms of the Ferrer Centre in New York read-\ning his \"Buddha\" the other evening, operated on myself in\nseveral ways. First it stirred up wonder at the weird look of\nthe man, rising pale, like an Afrite, in his black dress-clothes\n—a feling that thrilled every one of his auditors to -the core\\\nI have seen a young woman, as he rose to give his \"Poe\"\nyears ago, throw up her hands, shriek and faint at the sight\nof him. Here is a man who looks like the ghost of thle\ndreams he is about to interpret. His message, his mission,\nare all in his manner. You cannot look upon this tall, gaunt"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "739", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nashy-pale spectre of a man without feeling that you are going\nto get something sincere—exotic—you are never\" disappointed.\nMy second thought, for I had not seen Sadakichi in some\ntime, carried me back at once to a little room in a poverty-\nstricken flat in New York and an evening seventeen years\nbefore when I heard the words of Buddha as they came fresh\nfrom the brain of the young poet. The auditors were myself\nand his wife \"the Madonna,\" the children—who bore East\nIndian names, had been packed away to bed for the occasion.\nI never knew a man in those days that lived so completely in\nhis dreams as Sadakichi Hartmann. He was the typical\ndreamer of our great metropolis; known as such everywhere\nfrom the sanctums of Stedman and Howells to the poorest\npurlieus of the East Side. His soul at that time was wrapped\nup in his great cyclus. He had already written \"Christ\" in\nBoston (and suffered for it) and here was \"Buddha\" to which\nI listened\n\"with a rapt surmise\"\nfeeling that a new planet had indeed \"swum into my ken.\"\n\"Mohammed\" was to come and \"Confucius.\" Where the\nbread was to come from for himself and family mean:\nwhile, Sadakichi knew not and cared not. It came, alt-ho\nthere were times when the poetic fire was dimmed by starva-\ntion. I never knew one, and I have known poets-and dreamers\nby the score, who was so possessed by the spirit of self-\nabnegation as this man. He cared not for the world when he\nwas writing these four wonderful dreams—he asked nothing\nof it. He did not even presume that a publisher would look\nat his work. He was satisfied as only the real artist is, with\nthe inner vision and he listened only to her voice. Two of\nthe dramas—they can hardly be called plays—as their effects\ntranscend all stage-art—were published at his own expense.\nThe others, Mohammed and Confucius, the public knew only\nthrough his own recitals.\nFrom great free-thinkers like Walt Whitman, John Bur-\nroughs, James Huneker, Stephane Mallarme, Theophile Beut-\nzon, came a chorus of praise that must have warmed the heart\nof the poet. This was what he expected. This was what he\ncared for. I remember with what suppressed ecstasy he\nshowed me the letter of Stephane Mallarme with whose fame\nall Paris was just then ringing and who is one of the im-\nmortals. Other tasks claimed him; he could not live on the\nthunder and honey and spicery of these works. And so the\nworld heard little, of them except when now and then some\nenthusiastics dragged him forth to read one to a select audi-\nence. He has in this way presented them to the elite of in-\ntellectual America. Something of the worth of what they\nwere going to get must have stirred the air for Francisco\nFerrer followers, for they turned out in force for four con-\nsecutive evenings. I do not think any one of them will ever\nforget the scene. Here was poet, philosopher, prophet, artist,\ncombined in one, pouring forth words that held their souls\nravished as though they strayed in an enchanted garden. If\nthis world were not after all this world, and the limitations of"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "740", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n■IJU«lU.Willijujufmi, .iti.nwi jujLijjiii-bbw—w—gigag——BgsawcgMßgaßEgaßaga»aep—h———b—■—gg-Uif\nthe poet bound to its representation, one might almost say\nthat Sadakichi held the key to Paradise. It seemed to be\nalmost literally another sphere into which he led his auditors\nevening after evening. As scene after scene unfolded itself,\ngorgeous as the panoply of the heavens, one asked oneself\nwho after all but Sadakichi could have written; could have\ninterpreted this? Here is a case when the poet and his work\nare indissoluble. The art of reading these dramas will be lost\nwith Sadakichi. 1 was asked at the close of the \"Buddha\"\nreading to say something of it as an example of the cyclus.\nThe doctrine of Buddhism is for Sadakichi simply the back-\nground out froin which rises the powerful figure of Gautama\nwith his great world-ethic \"Renounce! Renounce!\" Through\nhim the centuries first heard the cry wnich has echoed\nsteadily ever since through his own and the teachings of\nJesus Christ. Against this powerful spiritual motive as a\nbackground Sadakichi projects the marvelous panorama of\nthe East, of India at the heighth of her power and splendour,\nthat\n\"Gorgeous east (which) with richest hand\nShowers on her kings, barbaric pearl and gold.\"\nScene after scene he builds up with stark realism and\nopulent color, two master keys in the hand of the artist who\ndares to hold them together, till we can feel the shine and\nsplendor of it all and hear the naked vdices speaking to us.\nHere is great material for an epic drama—absolute elemental\ncontrasts—the Orient in the fulness of its glory and the\nstrange stark figure of the prophet protesting against it all.\nAs scene after scene unfolds itself, one asks oneself what\nform but the drama could the poet have used. A story? No.\nThe canvas is too immense to be circumscribed within narra-\ntive bounds. One could readily conceive \"Salammbo\"\nheightened by having been cast in this form, after hearing\n\"Buddha.\" A poem? Again one cannot conceive of the\ngrotesque Titanic imagination of this man made subservient\nto rhythm and cadence. Measure and rule would have\ndestroyed him. Only in this chosen form can he load his\npalette with color and sweep his brush at will. Thus only:\n\"He splashes as none splashed before\nSince great Caldara Polidore,\"\nto quote Browning's \"Waring\"—another great free soul like\nSadakichi.\nThe other dramas are of a parity with \"Buddha\" in styl«\nand atmosphere and the cyclus of four is quite unmatchable\nin the English language.\n\nJoseph Lewis French.\n\nCulture\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThere is only one.\nOnly one sun.\nOnly one moon.\nAnd you too.\nBe that."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "741", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last week)\n•See \"An Essay concerning Human Understanding,\" IV, xii. 10.\nA still more striking instance of the use of this expression is to be\nfound in the same writer's \"Thoughts concerning Education,\" s. 28,\nwhere he says:—\"Once in four and twenty hours, I think, is enough;\nand nobody, I 'guess', will think it too much.\"\n/ .\n\nParadox\nBy Alfred kreymborg\nFoolish Woman!\nLove her—\nshe asketh more.\nFoolish man!\nLove him—\nhe's satisfied.\nFoolish Woman!\nLoves you—\nshe's satisfied.\nFoolish Man!\nLoves you—\nhe asketh more.\n\nImpressions of America\nBy Oscar Wilde\nMany people imagine that the term \"I guess,\" which is so\ncommon in America, is purely an American expression, but\nit was used by John Locke in his work on \"The Understand-\ning,\" just as we now use \"I think.\"*\nIt is in the colonies, and not in the mother country, that\nthe old life of the country really exists. If one wants to\nrealise what English Puritanism is—not at its worst (when\nit is very bad), but at its best, and then it is not very good—\nI do not think one can find much of it in England, but much\ncan be found about Boston and Massachusetts. We have\ngot rid of it. America still preserves it, to be, I hope, a\nshort-lived curiosity.\nSan Francisco is a really beautiful city. China Town,\npeopled by Chinese labourers, is the most artistic town I\nhave ever come across. The people—strange, melancholy\nOrientals, whom many people would call common, and they\nare certainly very poor—have determined that they will have\nnothing about them that is not beautiful. In the Chinese\nrestaurant, where these navvies meet to have supper in the\nevening, I found them drinking tea out of china cups as\ndelicate as the petals of a rose-leaf, whereas at the gaudy\nhotels I was supplied with a delf cup an inch and a half\nthick. When the Chinese bill was presented it was made\nout on rice paper, the account being done in Indian ink as\nfantastically as if an artist had been etching little birds on\na fan.\nSalt Lake City contains only two buildings of note, the\nchief being the Tabernacle, which is in the shape of a soup-"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "742", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.18", "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., OctobeT 14th, 1915, under the Act of March\nId, 1879.\n\nkettle. It is decorated by the only native artist, and he has\ntreated religious subjects in the naive spirit of the early\nFlorentine painters, representing people of our own day in\nthe dress of the period side by side with people of Biblical\nhistory who are clothed in some romantic costume.\nThe building next in importance is called the Amelia\nPalace, in honour (of one of Brigham Young's wives. When\nhe died the present president of the Mormons stood up\nin the Tabernacle and said that it had been revealed to him\nthat he was to have the Amelia Palace, and that on this\nsubject there were to be no more revelations of any kind!\nFrom Salt Lake City one travels over the great plains of\nColorado and up the Rocky Mountains, on the top of which\nis Leadville, the richest city in the world. It has also got the\nreputation of being the roughest, and every man carries a\nrevolver. I was told that if I went there they would be\nsure to shoot me or my travelling manager. I wrote and\ntold them that nothing that they could do to my travelling\nmanager would intimidate me. They are miners—men work-\ning in metals, so I lectured to them on the Ethics of Art.\nI read them passages from the autobiography of Benvenuto\nCellini and they seemed much delighted. I was reproved by\nmy hearers for not having brought him with me. I explained\nthat he had been dead for some little time which elicited the\nenquiry \"Who shot him\"? They afterwards took me to a\ndancing saloon where I saw the only rational method of\nart criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was\nprinted a notice:—\nPLEASE DO NOT SHOOT THE\nPIANIST.\nHE IS DOING HIS BEST.\nThe mortality among pianists in that place is marvellous.\nThen they asked me to supper, and having accepted, I had\nto descend a mine in a rickety bucket in which it was im-\npossible to be graceful. Having got into the heart of the\nmountain I had supper, the first course being whiskey, the\nsecond whiskey and the third whiskey.\nI went to the Theatre to lecture and I was informed that\njust before I went there two men had been seized for com-\nmitting a murder, and in that theatre they had been brought\non to the stage at eight o'clock in the evening, and then and\nthere tried and executed before a crowded audience. But\nI found these miners very charming and not at all rough."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[743]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160527-01.1.19", "texte": "RARE BOOKS\nFIRST EDITIONS\nSstn DlMtnM BmMi. Ihlj FrlntsS Books. Tlawira,\nBook* (or Christmas Gifts\nilafly or la acts tor psoplo who have aottkar tlmo nor •pvw\ntaaltr to solset far thsmsalras, or (or thosa who |»r« sot aaoaaa to tk\nbdt book marto. \"Why aot begin oollMtlns aow?\nAddress, E. 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