{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_sha256": "341dd9f9e98107180fe33807799f6149851c6e98617d610fb8003255f8e790d4", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/06/03_01/bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/06/03_01/bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Aubrey Beardsley", "titre_sommaire": "Aubrey Beardsley", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 107, "fin_caractere_exclue": 123, "texte": "Aubrey Beardsley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[743]", "page_fin": "[743]", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Catullus, Carmen CI", "titre_sommaire": "Catullus, Carmen CI", "signature_source": "Aubrey Beardsley", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[743]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 144, "fin_caractere_exclue": 641, "texte": "Ave Atque Vale\nCatullus, Carmen CI\nAubrey Beardsley\nBy ways remote and distant waters sped,\nBrother, to thy sad grave-side am I come.\nThat I may give the last gifts to the dead,\nAnd vainly parley with thine ashes dumb:\nSince she who now bestows and novo denies\nHath ta en thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes.\nBut lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years,\nAre made sad things to grace thy coffin shell,\nthem, all drenched with a brother*s tears,\nAnd, brother, for all time, hail and farewell!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[743]", "page_fin": "747", "image_debut": 3, "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Anarchists in Greenwich Village", "titre_sommaire": "Anarchists in Greenwich Village", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[743]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 643, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1972, "texte": "Anarchists in Greenwich Village\n\nyou ever seen a real live anarchist? Just to be\nhonest you never wanted to see one. Is it because the\nv ?Iphabet or because of a close associ-\n?■ . /°/ w,hlcb you are not responsible, you think\n°112 ,b°m,bS? B°™bs and ar? insepar-\nable in the minds of most of us. Mysterious destroyers of\nme and of property, merciless men who have pledged their\nlives or their knives or their guns to some nefarious cause\n?n ter' assemble in cellars lighted with candles or\nin road-houses which seem uninhabited and in reality are dvn-\nnMnl— i j - £ \" • . - .\n—aren't these the an-\narchists of your imagination? Aren't these the men of whom\nyou think if you read that a king or a prince has been killed\nby an anarchist or that anarchists plan to blow up the Ca-\nthedral on tifth avenue?\nAn anarchist, to you, means a criminal and being an an-\narchist is his crime. Is it possible today to explain Christi-\nanity to one who knows the term alone but not its meaning?\nAnd just as many denominations, constitute the Christendom\nof the world, just as many kinds of anarchists are existing\na^o!ut.ely pessary to go out and kill Jews to earn\nthe title, Christian. Millions of us would not even think it\npossible that Jews were and are being killed in the name of\nChristianity. And millions of anarchists today will deny"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "744", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3150, "texte": "stoutly and firmly that the real anarchist would manufacture\na bomb, destroy other people's property or murder a fellow-\nbeing.\nMillions of anarchists? Of course. There are millions\namong us. Some say they are anarchists and usually are\nnot, and others would be shocked to be called such, yet they\nreally are. It is just like with Christianity, and the same\ncountry that shocked Christian civilization with outrages in\nthe name of Christianity put a bloody meaning in the spell-\ning of anarchism. To judge a creed by extreme actions of\nfanatics cannot lead to an understanding. The religious\nmaniac who is seized by temporary insanity and murders\nhis wife and his children is a mere incident of everyday\nlife and does not cast reflections upon the religious belief\nwhich is more or less responsible for his delusion. To take\nthe essence of a religion or a political creed or of anarchism\nand to compare it with the lives men actually live, with their\nactions and the results of their actions is a scientific and\nhuman way in which to pass judgment.\nSome of the biggest men in our public life are anarchists\nby their actions and they would protest vigorously against\nbeing called anarchists. Others confess they are anarchists\nand nobody would believe them. The men and women whom\nwe are accustomed to call anarchists who are proclaimed as\nthe apostles of anarchism and are supposed to be dangerous\nindividuals recommended to the special care of the police\nsurveyance, are in reality harmless creatures living a conven-\ntional life—professional preachers of anarchy, evangelists like\nBilly Sunday who are passing the plate. They might be\nsincere, but they surely get their share out of it.\nRomance is more essential to everyday life than most of\nus imagine. Anarchism has all the qualities of romance\na twentieth century man or woman could possibly look for.\nThe moving picture screen is their source of information.\nHere they see the Russian anarchist who sacrifices his\" life\nfor the sake of the cause. Meetings in cellars, exquisitely\ndressed socity women, girls in rags, aristocrats, drunkards,\nstatesmen, rich and poor,- well-educated and know-nothings,\nall are sitting around the same table ,all take the same oath,\nall social differences seem erased, the motto is all for one and\none for all. This romance is so colossal as to be beyond\nthe ken of ordinary mortals. Not the overthrow of the\ngovernment not the planning of a murder, interest the hun-\ndreds of onlookers; but this comradeship among people who\nunder ordinary circumstances hardly ever would meet spurns\nthe craving for comradeship and equalization of all.\nJack London, who declares himself as a revolutionist says:\n\"It is comradeship that all these masses want. They call\nthemselves comrades. Nor is the word empty and meaning-\nless—coined of mere lip service. It knits men together who\nstand shoulder to shoulder under the red banner of revolt.\nThis red banner, by the way, symbolizes the brotherhood\nof man, and does not symbolize the incendiarism that in-\nstantly connects itself with the red banner.\"\nIt is this craving for companionship, for relations free of"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "745", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3004, "texte": "the masks and limitations necessitated by our society that\nbrings men and women togeher under the banner of an-\narchism, at least what they call anarchism in New York.\nAnd that longing for adventure and romance plays a big part\nin these circles is evident in the fact that since the start of\nthe European struggles certain elements, regular habituees\nof anarchistic circles found a new field in their activities\nabroad in different capacities, or here, working for the benefit\nand the propaganda of universal peace and immediate help\nfor the sufferers in the war zone.\nEmma Goldman has a national reputation. She is a pro-\nfessional anarchist. She is doing it year in and year out, like\nan actress playing the big circuit. Did you ever meet Emma\nGoldman, did you ever see her? You could never believe\nall the things you have read of her. Her home life is very\nsimilar to that of any other woman who is lecturing and writ-\ning. I saw her sometime ago as hostess to many thousands\nof her followers and admirers. It was at the\" anarchist's\nball, Red Revel, they called it. It was red all right, but not\nthe red that stands for dynamite and shooting and murder.\nIt was the red Jack London speaks of, the red of comrade-\nship. They danced and laughed and were happy and if any-\none would want to call a gathering of young men and women\nlike that dangerous, it wouldn't be safe to attend an opera\nperformance or to enter a subway train. But London claims\nthere are ten million anarchists in the United States. That\nwould make one to each ten persons we meet.\nThe anarchists in New York drink mostly tea. They are\nmen and women like you and me. They work for their living.\nOf course they would rather prefer not to work but so would\nevery one of us. Anarchism is in eighty out of a hundred\ncases, the only luxury of their lives. There are certain places\nin our metropolis which are known to the elect as anarchist\nmeeting places. But mighty little anarchism do they talk\nabout. They usually plan something. Something that any\nother club or any other society could plan also—an outing, a\npicnic, or a dance. They attend lectures and musicals and\nspend their time as a whole, just as uselessly as most of us\ndo after working hours.-\nOld Greenwich Village is the home par excellence of an-\narchism. On Bleeker street still stands the building where\nthe Chat Noir used to open its doors every evening about\nseven o'clock and shelter revolutionists of all nations. Here\nis was that the man who subsequently killed King Humbert\nof Italy, predicted in the presence of many his deed. But\nnobody took his utterances seriously, because he was known\nas a fanatic whose fanaticism bordered on mania. The Chat\nNoir closed her doors long ago. \"Mazzini's\" is to-day in the\nsame building. \"Anarchists\" assemble there every night and\nhave dinner, anarchists from lower Fifth avenue who arrive\nin their limousines, have a footman to open the door of their\ncar. They talk anarchism. Here are bits of the table con-"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "746", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2988, "texte": "versation: An elderly lady in black silk evening dress, deep\ndecoltee, diamonds in her ears, around her neck and on six\nfingers, to a gentleman in evening dress. He is immaculate\nlike his shirt front: \"I went to Emma's lecture last nig\nIsn't she a dear? She spoke about those darling children ot\nthe Colorado miners and she really made me cry. Im so sen-\ntimental. I remember the time the pastor spoke about. the\npoor Chinese and how they haven't even rice for their little\nchildren. It affected me so I could not attend Mrs. K. s re-\nception and she hasn't forgiven me yet. At another table.\nTwo men, the one looks rather prosperous; the other fellow\nlooks like an artist. \"I say,\" he says,\"this fellow Berkman\nmakes me sick. Imagine a man being fourteen years in prison\nand living the balance of his life in telling his fellowmen of\nhis experiences in prison.\" A fat Italian plays on the harp-\nsicord. Everybody eats roast chicken and drinks red ink and\nenjoys being in an anarchistic place. .\nIn a basement nearby is an Italian place. Rough-100 ing\nindividuals sit around small wooden tables. It would amuse\nvou to understand the conversation of these anarchists\nabout the last letter they received from home and when the\nlong expected Anita is coming over to become Antonio s wite.\nIn the houses of Mystery on Washington Square are bush-\nels of anarchists living. They write anarchism and they draw\nand they paint anarchism and eventually it appears in prin .\nYou can see it on the newsstands or on the book shelves in\nthe book stores. t\nLet us cross Fourteenth street and enter that mysterious\nhouse on Fifteenth, between Fifth avenue and Broadway, it\nlooks like a monastery and was one, about sixty years ago.\nIt was later a gambling house, a house of ill fame, and\nits rooms are utilized at present as studies. It is\nproperty of the Van Buren estate, and the renting agent\ndoesn't bother to send collectors if his tenants do not pay\npromptly. He knows that if they do not appear themselves,\nlittle good will it do to send collectors. Let us walk past\nthe beautifully carved wooden doors of the ancient monk cells\nand enter Hippolyte Havel's abode right under the roof.\nHippolyte Havel is the anarchist of New York. He looks the\npart. He was one of the lieutenants of Enftma Goldman in\nthe beginning of her career, he was delegate to numerous\ninternational anarchistic congresses in Europe and in America.\nHe knows everybody in the \"movement and everybody\nknows him. What does he think about anarchists and anarch-\nism in New York? . ,\n\"To be an anarchist means to be an individualist, lo be\nan individualist means to walk your own way, do the thing\nyou want to do in this life-do it as well as you can. You\nmust never impose on your fellowmen; you must never be in\ntheir way; you must help everybody as well as you can; the\ngood you derive through your life belongs, in the first place,\nto you but you have to share it with the world if the world\ncan benefit by it."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "747", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 434, "texte": "\"About throwing bombs and killing other people? No true\nanarchist could destroy something that is existing. It would\nmean to deny his own existence, if he should not grant the\nright of existence to everybody and everything created.\"\nHow does that sound for the leader of the anarchists in our\ncity?\nTo know anarchy, to really know it as it is, takes away its\nchief attraction; the romance of a melodrama.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "747", "page_fin": "748", "image_debut": 7, "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Suicide", "titre_sommaire": "Suicide", "signature_source": "Leo Tolstoy ; Translated by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "747", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 436, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2640, "texte": "Suicide\nBy Leo Tolstoy\n\nThe question whether a human being has the right to kill\nhimself is put incorrectly. To question his right to do it is\nout of the question. If he can do it he also has the right to\ndo it. I think that the feasibility to kill himself is merely a\nsafety-device. And regarding this feasibility, no human has\nthe right to say that life is unbearable to him. If life is un-\nbearable, one kills oneself, and therefore no one really has\nreason to complain about insufferable life.\nTo every human the chance is given to kill himself and\ntherefore he can choose to avail himself of it. And in fact,\nhe is making use of this prerogative of his continually, killing\nhimself in wars, with liquors, with tobacco, with opium and\nwith vices.\nNo, it is unreasonable. Just as unreasonable as to cut off\nthe sprigs of a plant in order to destroy it. The plant will\nnot die but just grows irregularly. Life is indestructible—\nit is outside of time and space and therefore death can only\nchange the form of life; can only destroy its practical proof\nin this world.\nBut if I destroy the practical proof of life in this world, I\ndo not know if it will be more pleasant for me in another\none, and thus I deprive myself of the possibility to experience\nall that life had still in store for me in this world and to annex\nit for my own, ego.\nBut especially unreasonable is suicide because I demon-\nstrate in taking my life that I really did not know my true\nmission on earth: I evidently am laboring under the delusion\nthat life must mean pleasure to me, but in reality I am placed\nin this valley of tears and of joys to achieve my self-perfec-\ntion, and supremely to serve that Cause in whose employ the\nlife of the whole world is.\nAnd hence suicide is immoral. Man receives life and op-\nportunity to live until his natural death, only on the condition\nthat he serves the life of the world. But after using it as he\npleases, he refuses to put it at the disposal of the service of\nthe world, at the same second his own personal existence dis-\npleases him. And it is quite probable that he was called upon\nto render this service when he started to dislike life. In the\nbeginning every work seems unpleasant."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "748", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1112, "texte": "In the hermitage Optina for thirty years lay suffering upon\nhis bed a paralyzed monk and was able to use only his left\nhand. The physician said that he was suffering intensely, but\nhe never complained about his condition. He smiled and\ncrossed himself and looked with pleasure at the holy pictures\non the walls and expressed with all means his pleasure to live\nand his gratitude to God for that spark of life that still was\nglowing in his poor suffering body. Thousands and thou-\nsands of pilgrims visited him and it would be hard to describe\nall the good this poor cripple did; all the good this man\ncreated for the world of whose pleasure he had been deprived.\nSurely this man was a greater benefactor to mankind than\nthousands of healthy people who believed themselves bene-\nfactors to humanity.\nAs long as there is life in man he can work towards his\nperfection and he can serve the world; but he can serve the\nworld only if he is earnestly working towards his perfection,\nand towards the perfection of the world.\nnn wri--T - iiuu. mnKMigM—ao—g—ffnaeaa»eai»g—usa—a—\n\nTranslated by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "748", "page_fin": "748", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "To My Dear Friend Thomas", "titre_sommaire": "To My Dear Friend Thomas", "signature_source": "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": "748", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1114, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2324, "texte": "To My Dear Friend Thomas\nGuido Bruno\nIT is night. The wind howls and rattles at my door. The\nlock creaks and the wood squeaks. The wind wants to\nwheeze into my ears: \"You have betrayed your friend and\nyou have cheated his betrothed.\"\nAnd the moon is searching for me with its ghost-like light\nand I draw the shade. I know what it wants: \"I just saw\nyour old mother crying on her pillows, crying away her sor-\nrows and her griefs.\"\nAnd I closed the shutters; soon the sun will come with its\nclear impertinent rays: \"You have stolen from your father\nhope and honor and he died, and I saw him cursing you on\nhis deathbed.\"\nThere is the whiskey bottle at a little table next to my bed\nlaughing at me, temptingly, invitingly, \"Come, drink, drink\noblivion,\" and I give it a kick and smash it into a thousand\npieces. I don't want to forget.\nAnd the looking-glass seems to look at me pityingly: \"I\nalways showed you the truth, but you didn't want to see.\" I\nturn it to the wall. I don't want pity.\nHard over there, on the bureau, the gun gleams at me:\n\"Come, I do understand you, I do love you, I do pity you and\nI will redeem you.\"\nTears streamed down my cheeks and I did not shoot my-\nself.\nJanuary 28, 1908, 3 a. m."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "749", "page_fin": "749", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.6", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "749", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1267, "texte": "Flasks and Flagons\nBy Francis S. Saltus.\nAnisette\nJ-lOW swiftly thou canst dissipate all. care\nSweet Circe of liquors, when thou dost steal\nOur fancies from us, and with all subtle zeal\nMake life more rosy-tinct and debonair.\nThere's merry madness hidden in the air.\nGay as the refrain of a Vaudeville,\nWhen the sweet sorcery, thou canst ne'er conceal,\nLures us to gentle laughter everywhere.\nThy very name makes resurrect to me\nThe shadowy past of bygone student days;\nThe guignols aye, the gay cafes, and 10,\nThe blooming fires of youth that used to be,\nAnd kisses stolen in delicious ways,\nBeneath the ancestral oaks of Fontainbleau!\nKirsch\nHTHE mysteries of the Schwarzwald in thee dwell!\nThou must be made in hidden fairies' homes,\nDeep in dim glades, where, in the midnight roams\nThe sable huntsman on his ride to hell!\nThy drops must aid red witches to foretell\nTheir awful secrets in unholy tomes,\nAnd in the haunted dusk, the limping gnomes,\nMeeting near somber firs, must know thee well.\nTo me, thou art associate ever more\nWith beldames' legends of the weird, blue Rhine\nWhere white and wanton nixes bathe themselves.\nI see thee luring travelers to the shore,\nWhile in the gloomy forest near them shine\nThe lurid eyes of hell-obeying elves!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "749", "page_fin": "749", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.7", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "749", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1269, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1777, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nIt is marvellous how much a man may know and not know\nenough to know what to do with even a little of all he knows.\nHe who finds pleasures in giving pleasures to those who\nknow no pleasures need never know need of pleasures that\nknow no sting.\nSome think it is sowing wild oats that raises tame men;\nbut it is very sure that raising tame oats sows wealth among\neven the wildest men who try it.\nA frivolous fool and her daring dances are not Solomonic\nincentive to morality."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "750", "page_fin": "750", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Cielcovska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "750", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2812, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Cielcovska\nMay 15th, 1916.\n, A A ✓ JLV#\n1 most noteworthy occurrence independent of war-events\n\\r or 6 I(:se.began 'las been the donation to the country by\nM. Rodin of his life-work. Without anticipated publicity of\nany kind the news was announced when the contract between\ntle Government and the donor had been duly signed. The ar-\nrangement was made in the business-like, straightforward way\ncharacteristic of a great man. Mr. Rodin leaves the clay casts\not all his sculpture to the State on condition it be displayed in\nthe circumstances and order he has chosen. He undertakes\nthe expense of its presentation at his own cost, the Statfe\nproviding the housing in the eighteenth-century mansion in\nthe Rue de Varenne M. Rodin has been occupying these last\nev\\ years. M. Rodin stipulates, moreover, that he be allowed\nto continue living there until his death, and that the museum\nhe leaves, comprising also his drawings and collections, bears\nhis name.\nM. Rodin, who had of late years added prose to his plastic\nand graphic expressions, has only raised his voice, or pen\nrather, 011 one occasion in comment 011 the war. He seems to\nhave realized, unlike others, that the time is not for preach-\ning. Ihe few words he has said were to the point, as is every-\nthing he says or does. In Rodin are united the qualities of\nthe French peasant and of the master-man. He has the sa-\ngacity and shrewdness of the one, the critical gifts of the\nother. He is sparing of speech like a peasant, lucid like a\npoet; tenacious and wary like the former, intuitive, tactful,\nfeminine, like the latter. He has a sense, too, of timeliness\nas his last deed shows, for it is, in its way, a patriotic deed.\nHe was himself timely in his appearance in the artistic cycle;\nsome come too soon, others too late; some fall completely\noutside of their natural environment. They are out of tune\nwith their contemporaries. Rodin suffered from none of these\nerrors of selection. Some are great artists, but not great, or\neven good, influences. Rodin's influence has been as vast as\nhis genius. It was necessary, it was welcome, it has borne\nfruit. And there is no waste in his life. Effort has been pro-\nportioned to result, result to effort. He has, as far as can be\njudged, always given, or been able to give, form to his inten-\ntions; he lias not aimed beyond or on one side of his possibili-\nties of realization. His qualities have not been strained to the\npoint of becoming faults. His idealism, for instance, has never\ndeveloped into idealogy.\nRodin is still the greatest of living artists, not only because\nlie is the greatest artist, but because, simply, he is a world-\nwide influence. He is in himself a monument of the best in\nhis time and race.\nExcerpt from a letter to The Egoist, May 1, 1916.. ."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "751", "page_fin": "751", "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Arch", "titre_sommaire": "The Arch", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "751", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 24, "texte": "The Arch"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "751", "page_fin": "754", "image_debut": 11, "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "From the Garret Window", "titre_sommaire": "From the Garret Window", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "751", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 26, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1277, "texte": "From the Garret Window\n\nLove and Romance\nJSJEVER before, perhaps has there been an age of roman-\nticism and of self-sacrifice such as ours. And if you\ndoubt it, compare our daily newspapers with the histories\nand chronicles of yore. Here and there a thrilling incident,\na great personage, an extraordinary character, and so singu-\nlar and so rare that the writer of those histories could not\nresist penning it down for eternity. The love of a Romeo,\nthe perseverance of a Penelope, the self-sacrifice of a Nathan\nHale, the heroism and bravery of a Joan of Arc, are framed\nin history, being put down as almost abnormal exceptions,\nproving to the reader and philosopher that this world of\nold must have been an extinguished crater, and these inci-\ndents the sparks that kindle a new feeling among contem-\nporaries.\nAnd then look at our own days, unjustly called realistic\nand prosaic; called so. by pessimists or men who live upon\nthe border line of every-day life; who are incredulous and\ntoo prepossessed to read the police reports in our daily\npapers; who are shams clothed with the dignity that prevents\nthem \"from stepping down\" into the real life of millions oi\nour fellow men; who take for granted and for truth the\nprinted word of theoreticians."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "752", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2979, "texte": "Can you doubt that this our age is one of romance, of\nsupreme self-sacrifice unheard of, and of love that comes\nnearer to the love of Christ than the one preached for nine-\nteen centuries in cathedrals and churches?\nRead of the Irish heroes who gave their lives because they\nwanted freedom for their fellow-men. While you were\nriding in elevators and subways and pushing electric buttons\nthey were being shot or sent to a still worse fate—into the\ndoom of prison cells—for the same \"crimes\" we celebrate\nour Washingtons and Lafayettes.\nThink of the woman who entered the death cell of her\ndoomed sweetheart two hours preceding his execution, and\nmarried him as proof of her sincere and never-changing love.\nThink of the one man who plotted and called to his aid a\nhostile nation; who gathered together an arsenal of arms\nand ammunition; who organized an army ready to strike for\nhis_country's freedom. The work of a He'/cules—anc! he is\nfacing a trial for his life.\nImagine to-day, this thirty-first day of May, nineteen\nhundred and sixteen, hundreds of women, part of a crowd\nof spectators of the Harlem regatta, dressed in all the frolicky\nand frivolous finery of our time, chanting old-fashioned\nhymns; crying out from the bottom of their hearts: \"Help,\nO Lord, you are our last refuge,\" all this on the street\nwhile a boy is drowning after an unsuccessful struggle to\nmaster the swirl of the waves, and while men are throwing\noff their clothes and jumping into the flood to save him (as\nreported in the New York Times of May 31st.)\nThink of the millionaire merchant in Detroit. From a\nworker he rose to be this country's foremost manufacturer.\nHe who had drawn pay for years in his weekly pay envelope\nis now handing pay envelopes to thousands of his employees\nand looking after their welfare like no other man in this\ncountry. He could justly and rightfully enjoy the fruits of\nhis labor, and he could dream peacefully through the evening\nof his life. But the sorrow of his fellow man is his sorrow.\nHis love for the world is so great that he must \"do some-\nthing,\" be it only an effort to prevent further bloodshed and\ntears and murder. We see him equipping the Peace Ship.\nIt is like a gigantic phantom of the Prince of Peace; like the\nunhonored messenger of a great and quickly approaching\nera; like the herald of a long expected \"Kingdom of Man\"\nupon earth.\nWe see him ridiculed and jeered at by his contemporaries.\nWe see him laughted at but he walks his own way;\nthis modern man of romance and of love who wants peace\nand happiness for all before he enjoys his own; which could\nbe his for the taking.\nThe dreams of the Arabian Nights have come true,\ncharmed to existence by an Edison. Invention to-day is the\nincarnate romance and the imagination come to life of a\nbygone age.\nDaily do men realize more and more that to live means \"to\ngive and to forgive.\" That everything belongs to everybody\nand that the only way to bring about this idealistic state"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "753", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2555, "texte": "is to give to your neighbour what you have and what he\nneeds.\nOur age is the age of miracles, but we have not time to see\nthem. . ,\nWe read books or listen to preachers or dig ourselves into\na miserable hole beneath the surface of a universe and we\ncall it our own world; w become sceptics and pessimists\nand haters of men.\nBut life weaves its romances continuously.\nMay one of its myriads of threads entangle you too, one\nof these days and make you one of the romanticists of our\nage. One of those who have nothing better to give than\nlove and who do not wish for anything better in return than\nlove.\nNothing but love.\nLife.\nWashington Honored (?)\nIN a very peculiar way during the last few days, Washington\nis being honored in the Square named in his honor.\nAlongside of the pillar of the Washington Arch, facing Fifth\nAvenue, his full-sized figure is being set up gradually, day\nby day. It seems to take more time than one would expect\nand it is a spectacle unworthy of a dignified patriotic action,\nexhibited there every day. Is canvas really so expensive that\na tent could not have been procured for this occasion to be\nspread over the marble parts of the statue in order to protect\nit and the working men from the curious looks of passers-by.\nFor two long nights the big trunk and the limbs and the\nhead were lying about the Arch much visited by the youth\nof our neighbourhood and by dogs, cats and birds. The\nhead had been covered wih wet towels and gave rise to\nmany ungodly comments of people who cannot restrain from\nan attempt to be witty even at the cost of patriotism and of\nbeing blasphemous.\nThis is the Life\n\"IV/lONEY-changers corner\" in the lobby of the Judson,\nwhere the many torch-bearers of literature and of art\ndwell, was in constant excitement and heated conversation\nduring the past few days. Many pros and cons were raised\nbut the question is still at large. _\nCorinne Lowe was the bone of contention; not she herself,\nbut a few of her stories. And this is the rumor that had\nstarted it all. .\nMiss Lowe returned recently from a trip to Washington\nand soon the glad but strange tidings circulated that she\nhad sold to the Saturday Evening Post, five stories, receiving\nan honorarium of twenty cents for each word or a thousand\ndollars for each of her five stories. „ £\nConsidering that these stories are \"an inside history of\nthe .late private secretary of Mrs. Hamilton Fish, it seems\nquite feasible that our distinguished contemporary of Satur-\nday Evening would be willing to buy them at any price.\n\nGuido Bruno"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "754", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 528, "texte": "It is reported they are to appear under the title \"This is\nthe Life!\"\nBe it as it may be, the defender of high ideals in the\nLadies' Home Journal, Mr. Bock, will lament the loss of\nsuch valuable material for the pages of his journal, which\nreally would have been the right urn for the social remains\nof Mrs. Fish's secretary.\nBut this, it is said, is the trump card Miss Lowe played,\nand being a question of \"give me my price (twenty cents a\nword) or the Ladies' Home Journal will give it to me\" won\nher victory."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "754", "page_fin": "754", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "QOLUMBINE, with eyes of blue,", "titre_sommaire": "QOLUMBINE, with eyes of blue,", "signature_source": "Florence Lowe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "754", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 530, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1193, "texte": "Florence Lowe\nQOLUMBINE, with eyes of blue,\nDo you remember when we were new?\nYour painted cheeks were brightly pink.\nAnd your beautiful brows were lined in ink.\nWhy, children cried for the love of you,\nColumbine, with eyes of blue.\nColumbine, with golden hair,\nI loved you then, but you did not care,\nFor fate looked on with an angry frown,\nAnd the showman made you wed the clown.\nYou laughed at me then, in my despair,\nColumbine, with golden hair.\nColumbine, with staring eyes,\nHere in the refuse heap we lie,\nYour tinsel dress is a battered wreck,\nAnd your head is broken off at the neck.\nBut I love you still ... I don't know why,\nColumbine, with staring eye."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-03-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-03_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "754", "page_fin": "757", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19160603-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "The Last Hour", "titre_sommaire": "The Last Hour", "signature_source": "Gustave Flaubert ; Translated by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "754", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160603-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 1195, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2142, "texte": "The Last Hour\nBy Gustave Flaubert\n\n(Found among his posthumous papers