{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_sha256": "a258bfbcd0d94a8d066647b68f8c9320e170be9c5e2dc115f747f2b78ed96396", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/06/24_01/bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/06/24_01/bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Peace? Who will bring it?", "titre_sommaire": "Peace? Who will bring it?", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 100, "fin_caractere_exclue": 125, "texte": "Peace? Who will bring it?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[791]", "page_fin": "[791]", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "I dreamed of an age grown strangely picturesque—of", "titre_sommaire": "I dreamed of an age grown strangely picturesque—of", "signature_source": "Hubert Crackanthorpe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[791]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1028, "texte": "Hubert Crackanthorpe\nI dreamed of an age grown strangely picturesque—of\nthe rich enfeebled by monotonous ease; of the shivering\npoor clamoring rightly for justice; of a helpless democracy,\nvast revolt of the ill-informed ; of priests striving to be\nrational; of sentimental moralists protecting iniquity; of\nmiddle-class princes; of sybaritic saints; of complacent and\npompous politicians; of doctors hurrying the degeneration\nof the race; of artists discarding possibilities for limita-\ntions; of pressmen befooling a pretentious public; of\ncritics refining upon the busman s methods; of inhabitants\nof Camberwell chattering of culture; of ladies of the\npavement aping the conventionality of Nonconformist\ncircles.\nAnd I dreamed of this great, dreamy London of ours;\nof her myriad fleeting moods; of the charm of her por-\ntentous provincialty; and I awoke all a-glad and\nhungering for life."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[791]", "page_fin": "793", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Lord Northcliffe — Napoleon of English Newspaperdom", "titre_sommaire": "Lord Northcliffe — Napoleon of English Newspaperdom", "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": "[791]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1030, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5663, "texte": "Lord Northcliffe — Napoleon of\nEnglish Newspaperdom\n\nTTHERE are certain unwritten laws and standards in\nEngland more or less laid down by the snobs of\nsociety which will help you to form an opinion about a\nman. One of them is: Observe closely where a man\nlives. Not how he lives, but just the address, that's the\nmain thing.\nLord Northcliffe, proprietor of \"The Times,\" selected\nfor his residence, St. James' Place; in the heart of the\nultra-fashionable part of the city, right among the palaces\nof the proudest of the Empire. Where Lord Ellesmere,\nin Bridgewater House locks up his valuable pictures, right\nnext to Stafford House, seat of the Duke of Sutherland,\nshaded by the Marlborough House, the palace of the\nPrince of Wales, only a few steps from the medieval St.\nJames Palace, once upon a time the residence of English\nkings; here, where one is tempted to say, he can keep an\neye from his own windows upon Buckingham Palace,\nhere lives Lord Northcliffe, the first Baron of the Isle\nof Thanet, who only a few years ago was a simple Mr.\nAlfred Charles William Harmsworth.\nHe is a strong, massively-built man, over the middle\nsize, with a firm, broad, clean-shaven face. His head is\nof the Cecil Rhodes' type. One of those despots who are\naccustomed to take, a typical company and state promoter.\nThe strong will of the man expressed by his prominent\ncheek bones; his eyes look sharply and coldly, his hair\nfalls disorderly over his forehead. He was about to give\nhis valet a few orders, he was saying good-bye to his\nSwedish physician, Dr. Sylvan, who gives him daily a\nmassage treatment and he ordered one of the waiting\nsecretaries to hand him the balance sheet of the previous\nday, showing the exact sales of all of his papers. He stops\nat \"The Daily Mirror.\" For some time its edition,\namounting to about 850,000 daily, shows a decrease of\n35,000 copies.\n\"What's wrong with my shop window ?\" he asks of\nthe secretary,—-in reality more of himself. The elegant\nyoung man, in his morning coat, his white waist and white\ndoesn't answer.\n\"Who is the sub-editor?\" The young man mentions\nthe name.\n\"In three days we have to again reach the old figure,\"\nremarks the chief very quietly. \"Yes, my lord,\" is the\nThe secretary picks up his big portfolio and dis-\nappears.\nThe next morning the placards in front of the news-\nstands announce in letters a yard high, a new sensation\nprinted in the\"Daily Mirror.\" The newsboys are calling\nout a new never-heard-of slogan into the world: \"The\nEnglish population will perish if it doesn't eat standard\nbread!\" or \"The fifty most beautiful English women\nwanted, big prizes!\" or \"Germany builds seven new\ndreadnoughts, what will England do?\" or \"Balfour has\nto go!\" And for a week now, standard bread or some\nother sensation will be the town talk, the one problem\nthe whole city seems to be anxious to solve. Everybody\nwishes to be informed. Everybody wishes to say some-\nthing. The circulation goes up again and next week there\nwill be a new sensation\nOne mustn't believe that Lord Northcliffe, \"the typical\nEnglishman\" (he was born forty-one years ago in county\nDublin, Ireland) measures up to an English ideal. On\nthe contrary, he is or at least he was until the outbreak\nof the war, the one best hated man in the country; and\na good many did not hestitate to say outright what they\nthought about him\nThe politicians fear him, the intellectuals despise him,\nartf avoids him, the radicals fight him, the independents\nshed their blood for him, all throw mud at him and—all\nbuy him.\nBut one would have to admire the gifts of this man,\nhis business instinct, his Napoleonic greed, his tremendous\nenergy; one would have to praise his talent as an organizer\nif he only would have among his many papers one fighting\nfor decency. But the man who started his journalistic\ncareer at the age of sixteen with a very modest article on\namateur photography in a periodical for young people\nand in an almost unbelievably short time monopolized\nEnglish newspaperdom, preaches daily almost everything\nbut everyday decency. His only prayer is: \"Lord give\nus our daily 'standard' bread to-day!\" or some other sen-\nsation.\nAnd if standard bread loses its attraction and men dis-\nregard his \"shop-windows,\" his make-up changes with\nsurprising alacrity, creating new more alluring attractions.\nHe takes a bunch of many-colored flags, emblems and\nheraldic animals—that'something for the children—he\nhires music bands and parades them through the city-\npeople gather quickly—and . . . the loud-sounding\nvoice of \"The Times,\" which Northcliffe calls \"the echo\nof the times,\" will proclaim excitedly this or that, and"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "792", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4804, "texte": "indicate clouds somewhere on the horizon; it will incite\nclass against class, people against people, warning, threat-\nening, clattering; and what his \"Times\" prophecies in\nthe morning will be quoted the same evening in his \"Even-\ning News\" and in his \"Observer\" and in his Paris edition.\nIt will be commented upon in next morning's edition of\nhis \"Daily Mail\" (London and Birmingham). It will\nbe illustrated in his \"Daily Mirror\" and reproduced in\nhis \"Leeds Mercury,\" in his Glasgow \"Herald,\" in his\nManchester \"Courier.\" Northcliffe becomes a world\ndanger. The machinery of his mamoth gramophone is\nenormous and his megaphones speak weekly to at least\nthirty millions. He is a tree which has the desire to\ngrow into Heaven.\nAlfred Charles Harmsworth started his first journal\nin school. He studied in Cambridge and they wanted\nto make him a lawyer. But at the age of seventeen he\nwas the editor of a newspaper with a salary of $4,000.\nAt twenty-two he risked his savings of about $25,000 on\na weekly called \"Answers.\" The orange yellow cover\nof this paper is well-known to everyone who ever walked\nwhere the union jack flies. It wasn't a new idea, this\npaper of his. Two other newspaper magnets, Sir George\nNewnes and Mr. Pearson had dearly paid for their ex-\nperiences. The orange yellow paper \"Answers,\" a rival\nof the poison green \"Tit-Bits,\" asks questions and give\nanswers. \"Which bug can move its wings the quickest?\"\nfor instance, or \"What kind of plumes are the most ex-\npensive?\" or \"Why is the inside of the skin of most wild\nanimals of white color?\" or \"How far would all numbers\nof weekly issues of Answers reach if laid out side by side?\"\n—a sort of an instruction which might lead to the stupify-\ning of people.\nAt the age of thirty, Harmsworth was seized by political\nambitions and he founded the\"Daily Mail.\" Gladstone\nhad done away with the newspaper excise stamp, made\nthe penny paper possible. Harmsworth reduced the price\nto a half-a-penny. A bomb couldn't have created more\nexcitement in Fleet Street. The street of adventures, as\nit is often called by English journalists, was in an uproar.\nA hundred newspapers were in danger of collapsing.—\nThe liberal \"Daily News\" and\"The Daily Chronicle\"\nhad to immediately follow the daring example. Later\non came a few more. The half-penny paper found im-\nmense circles and willing buyers. And finally even the\nprogeny of the family Walter, who had been the rulers\nof the \"Times\" since the eighteenth century, had to\ndescend from their pedestal and to sell their paper cheaper.\nThe great city paper fell and landed ultimately at the\nlevel of the penny paper. \"The Daily Mail\" which it\nhad been predicted would be quickly ruined, conquered\nthe field under Sir Alfred's managership. English news-\npaper printing in its entirety was revolutionized.\nHarmsworth had been received in the meantime re-\npeatedly by King Edward. Political megalomania got\nhold of him. His conqueror's hand grasped at \"The\nTimes.\" Everything seemed in his favor. Moberlie Bell,\nmanaging editor of \"The Times,\" previously its corre-\nspondent in Egypt, who had prepared the subjection of\nthis country journalistically, with Lord Northcliffe, under-\nstood each other very well. The deal was perfected and\nthe lord of Carmelite House had once again his sensation.\nThe sensation without which he cannot live. He in-\nvented the sensational newspaper and he curtailed the\ncirculation of the worthy one. The English newspaper\nhad been previously written by gentlemen for gentlemen;\nbut Lord Salisbury already had remarked about North-\ncliffe's newspapers, that they had been written by errand\nboys. To take vengeance for this remark, Harmsworth\nhad Salisbury's nephew make him Lord Northcliffe.\nNorthcliffe was inclined to favor free-trade. One day\nhe heard Chamberlain and witnessed the tremendous sen-\nsation this statesman created among the many thousand\nof his listeners. Next morning all the papers owned by\nNorthcliffe came out strongly for the protective tariff.\nThe hysterical actions of the suffragettes had started to\ncreate a sensation. So Northcliffe founded a daily paper\nfor women. It didn't sell and therefore he transformed\nthe political paper for women into a kind of illustrated\nhome magazine \"The Daily Mirror.\" The part this\nman of the daily, almost hourly, sensation played during\nthe South African war is well known. That he hollowed\nfor war against Russia at the time of the Doggerbank\naffair, is on record in his papers and that he welcomed\nthe war against Germany, the evidence is there daily.\nHe loves war because it is a sensation; because it increases\ncirculation. There is no mystery about Lord Northcliffe\nand principles do not bother him very much. To-day\nhe makes statements and to-morrow he will publish sus-"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "793", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1111, "texte": "picions, accusations and even denouncements against him-\nself.\nHe knows that there is nothing more successful than\nsuccess and that people have a short memory. This is\nhis whole philosophy. His dream is a world-wide news-\npaper trust; Rockefeller and the Standard Oil are his\nideals. Recently he has arranged a news exchange with\n\"Le Matin\" and he has extended his influence to the\n\"Novoe Vremja.\" Once upon a time he was as wild an\nadversary of Russia or of France as he is to-day of Ger-\nmany.\nThey call him the Napoleon of his trade. He's rather\na dancing dervish who is turning and turning and turning,\nyelling wildly . . exciting the curiosity of the masses.\nThe shrine where he worships—Carmelite House—is a\nvery peculiar mosque. They preach the religion of un-\nscrupulousness. Their god's name is Jingo. And Lord\nNorthcliffe is his prophet.\n(Sil-vara, the special correspondent of the N. F. Presse\n(Vienna) had an interview with Lord Northcliffe two\ndays before the outbreak of the war, in July, 1914, and\nthese are a few of his impressions as gathered from the\npages of his paper. G. B.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "792", "page_fin": "792", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.3.1", "titre_corps": "Lord Northcliffe", "titre_sommaire": "Lord Northcliffe", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "792", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 32, "texte": "Lord Northcliffe"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "793", "page_fin": "793", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "The Fort on Blackwell's Island", "titre_sommaire": "The Fort on Blackwell's Island", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "793", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1113, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5780, "texte": "The Fort on Blackwell's Island\nD EFORE the days of steamboats, and in that period of\nour history when the leading citizens of New York\nresided in and about Washington Square, there plied\nbetween what is now Long Island City and Lower Man-\nhattan, an ancient and weather-beaten ferry-boat.\nantiquated barge never left its rude mooring unless sig-\nnalled from the opposite shore and then only with the\ngreatest dignity and precision, so that the travellers on\nthe opposite bank would often raise the flag that sum-\nmoned the craft and then compose themselves for a nap.\nThe Captaiii of this vessel looked as old and time-worn\nas his charge, and it was said, even in those days that\nhe could not compute the age of his ship since it had been\nhanded down as a legacy from time immemorial. At the\ntime of which I write, many wealthy merchants had built\nfor themselves those stately old mansions across the river\non the shores of Long Island where their families were\nwont to pass the summers, and thus the old Captain did\na thriving business during that part of the year. Black-\nwell's Island also afforded a quiet retreat away from the\nbustle of the little city, and here we might picture happy\nchildren playing upon its shining sands or romping through\nits tranquil woods in search of berries. Picnics found an\nideal spot for their festivities on its lovely shores and\nmany a gay party had the old Captain landed there from\nhis old vessel.\nOne bright morning as he sailed over to the Long\nIsland shore he noticed a small skiff drawn up on the\nmarsh grass that covered the extreme/ northern end of\nthe Island, and he could make out the figure of a man\nengaged in building a rude shelter far out on the point.\nDays and weeks passed by and at length a tiny house rose\nfrom the marsh while the figure toiled on and on, making\nthat exposed spot suitable for human habitation. The\nhouse or hut was finished and the old Captain wondered\nwhat would next occupy the mind of the solitary stranger.\nHe longed to obtain a closer view of this lonely hermit\nand one day sailed close in by the point where the figure\ntoiled from morn 'till night. There stood an old man\nwhose long white hair was swept by every breeze, and\nwhose tottering form He had seen silently and ceaselessly\nemployed on that tide-swept point. The following week\nthe astonished Captain beheld the lonely visitor digging\ninto the mud about his house and piling up great banks\nbehind the trenches he had thus made. Months passed\nby when at length the sloping walls of a rude mud fort\nbegan to take shape on the point. It was slow work and\nthough he toiled early and late, the rising tides often swept\naway in a few hours the industrious labors of a week.\nYet 'he persisted with a spirit that no hardship could\novercome and no obstacle discourage. Indeed the pranks\nplayed upon him by the wind and tide served but to\nredouble his energy and perseverance.\nA year sped away and people gazed in wonder on the\nwalls of a tolerable fort constructed with mud and rushes\nwhich the old man had built. At the end of three years\nhis mud covered battlements looked out upon the river\nwith an imposing air as if they dared the haughty invader\nto try their mettle. Still the old man toiled, adding here\na wall, there a redout, and at last fixed in those frowning\nwalls a number of pieces of stove-pipe so that the whole\nstructure assumed the bristling appearance of a redoubt-\nable stronghold. The fort on Blackwell's Island had now\nbecome well-known among the river men and the Captains\nof the larger ships that sailed up the Sound began to fire\noff salutes and dip their colors as they passed the mud\ncastle on the point. This evidently gave great pleasure\nto the old man for he would always shows himself on his\nbattlements and doff his hat with the air of an Admiral\nto the masters of the passing vessels. At last he raised\nup a flag pole within his castle and then it was indeed\ncomical to see the colors faithfully dipped whenever a\nship honored him with a salute. There is a tale told to\nthis day among the old river men of how a British Man\nof War mistook this mud fort for an actual harbour\ndefense and fired off a great salute upon passing it, and\nhow the old commander appeared and doffed his cap\nmany times and dipped his colors gallantly to the great\namusement of the river men along the shore.\nThe old fort went to rack and ruin many years ago\nwith its old commander and builder. Wind and tide\nsoon laid it waste, and even its builder is forgotten; yet\nthere might be some old cronies who are passing their\nlast days at Sailors Snug Harbour who could tell you as\nthey have me, of the old Fort on Blackwell's Island."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "793", "page_fin": "794", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Men Needed!", "titre_sommaire": "Men Needed!", "signature_source": "Arkadij Awertchenko ; Translated by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "793", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 5782, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6177, "texte": "Men Needed!\nBy Arkadij Awertchenko\n\nAdalja Tichonowna, the daughter of a well-known and\nrich merchant, was seated in the office of Madame Fjokla,\nmatrimonial agent in Moscow.\n\"And if you don't like this one, well, take another one,\"\nsaid Fjokla, \"as if there weren't plenty of men in Moscow.\nHere you have Krutilow Jegor Ywanitsch, a fine man.\nHe is a member of the Secret Service. All men on my"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "794", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3725, "texte": "list have brilliant positions. He knows how to show his\nfist. And he has some fist! A fine man I tell you!\"\n\"Oh, no, no . . . they say that the secret service\nmen whip their prisoners . . . maybe he would be\nbrutal to me, too.\"\n\"But, dearest, what do you want. . . . That's how\nmen are. He surely won't beat you every day. There\nwill be days he won't even touch you, but if you don't\nwant him, we shall look for another one. For instance,\nI can't think of a better one than Vassili Wassiljenitch.\"\n\"Is he an officer?\"\n\"No, he is in the administration. But why do you pull\na face?\"\n\"In the administration! Then he must be a grafter!\"\n\"That is a part of his profession!\"\n\"And if he comes to our house in order to get ac-\nquainted, he may perhaps take something along with him.\"\n\"But surely, that might happen only as long as you are\nnot married to him. Afterwards he will carry things into\nthe house only. Anyhow, if he should come, we can lock\nup all valuables and not use silver spoons at tea-time.\"\n\"They have sharp eyes, alright, and if he should happen\nto get hold of something, what does it matter? Isn't\nhe the betrothed?\"\n\"And how much salary does he get?\"\n\"His salary is good: 47 roubles and 52 kopecks.\"\n\"But on that salary, we shall starve!\"\n\"You are so foolish, dearest. Only yesterday, he told\nme: 'Fjokla, get me a wife who can talk French and\nGerman. . . . I'll take her every year for a trip\nto foreign countries!' \"\n\"Is he rich?\"\n\"I told you he has a monthly salary of 47 roubles.\"\n\"You are talking nonsense. Whom else have you?\"\n\"There is Tschitschikow. He works in the custom\nHouse. He surely isn't a thief. Every day he brings\nhome a package with nice soap or fine material for a suit\nor for underwear- 'My wife,' he said, once to me, 'must\nwear silks and velvets.' He is a grand man.\"\n\"He must have a private income.\"\n\"His salary amounts to 37 roubles, 82 kopecks. In\naddition, he gets 2 roubles, 11 kopecks for the main-\ntenance of his quarters. He really is a wonderful man!\nThere is just one thing I have against him. He is keeping\na Frenchwoman and plays cards rather heavily.\"\n\"But what is he doing this with?\"\n\"Why, didn't I tell you that he has 37 roubles and\n82 kopecks monthly and that he receives in addition to\nthis, a compensation for the maintenance of his quarters.\"\n\"Well, I don't understand that. Whom else do you\nhave?\"\n\"Of course, if you don't like Tschitschikov, take Winti-\nkow. He is an employee of the city railway . He is a\ngrand man, but I want to warn you that he is a grafter,\nnot only once in a while, but every day our dear Lord\ngives us. I heard rumors yesterday, that he is included\nin an indictment of railway officials.\"\n\"You fool, why do you offer me men who are mixed\nup in criminal proceedings?\"\n\"But, sweetheart, so it is nowadays. Every young man\nwho would be a nice fellow to marry, is either under\nindictment or locked up already.\"\n\"And how about those mentioned previously?\"\n\"These, too, are either locked up or under indictment.\nKrutilow's case is set down for next week. Tschitschikov\nwill be tried early in the fall calendar, and Wintikoff,\nimmediately. But Amposhejev! Immeditaely after his\n-time is up, he will be ready to get married and he is some\ngrand man.\"\n\"I really would like to know why you waste all this\ntime telling me about men who are grafters. Haven't\nyou got one on your list who is a decent chap ? Or aren't\nthere any at all?\"\n\"Of course, there are; plenty of them, honey. There\nis the student Ivanoff and the lawyer, Petroff and the\neditor, Wassiljeff-—all of them fine, reliable people.\"\n\"Well, then, why not speak about these men?\"\n\"Yes, but you know . . . .\"\n\"Well ....?\"\n\"They are locked up, too.\"\n\nTranslated by Guido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "794", "page_fin": "794", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "O. Henry's Wit", "titre_sommaire": "O. Henry's Wit", "signature_source": "Harry M. East, Jr", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "794", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 3727, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4437, "texte": "O. Henry's Wit\nHarry M. East, Jr.\nAN editorial writer on a Philadelphia evening paper\nrelated an anecdote on O. Henry, to me, which I\nthink has not been told before.\nA certain editor in New York, ordered a story from\nO. Henry, and he promised to have it written on a certain\ndate. However, when the time arrived, the story didn't.\nThe editor waited. No story. He became impatient, and\nwrote to O. Henry, who promised to have the story ready\nsoon. Finally the editor received the story, and he sent\na note with a boy to O. Henry: \"Hereafter, if you don't\n\"keep your word, I will kick you out of my office the next\ntime you enter. And I keep my promise!\"\nTo which O. Henry replied: \"So would lif I used\nmy feet!\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "794", "page_fin": "794", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Music", "titre_sommaire": "Music", "signature_source": "Peter Altenberg (Vienna", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "794", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 4439, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5229, "texte": "Music\nPeter Altenberg (Vienna)\nTHE little girl was practicing the piano.\nShe was twelve years old and had wonderful soft\neyes.\nHe walked quietly up and down the room—up and\ndown. He stood still—and listened and was strangely\nmoved.\nThere were a couple of wonderful bars- which kept\non coming back.\nAnd the little girl brought out of them all that was in\nthem.\nAs though a child had suddenly become grown-up.\n\"What is that you are playing?\" said the man. . . .!\n4'Why do you ask? That is my Albert study—Bertini\nNo. 18; when I play it I can't help thinking of you.\"\n\"Why . . .?\" \"I don't know, it just is so.\"\nAs though a child had suddenly become a woman!\nThe little girl went on practising. Bertini No. 19,\nBertini No. 20. Bertini No. 21, 22, 23 . . . but the\nsoul did not come back again."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "795", "page_fin": "795", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "What Can You Do?", "titre_sommaire": "What Can You Do?", "signature_source": "Alfred Kreymborg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "795", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 504, "texte": "What Can You Do?\nAlfred Kreymborg\nIT'S absurd, I know,\nto be so happy.\nStill worse, I know,\nto be a fool:\nAnd worst, I know,\nto have no reason:\nTo be so happy,\nwithout a sou.\nCome search my pockets,\nand you can't find one.\nStill worse, my home;\nyou'll find me poor.\nAnd worst, my credit:\nyou'll find me pauper.\nTo be so happy,\nwithout a sou?\nTobacco's gone,\nbut I am happy.\nThe next meal, where?\nI'm happier still:\nabsurd, I know:\n(but what can you do ?)\nthat I'm so happy,\nwithout a sou."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "795", "page_fin": "795", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Corner Table at Jerry's", "titre_sommaire": "The Corner Table at Jerry's", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "795", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 506, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2332, "texte": "The Corner Table at Jerry's\nTom Sleeper.\nDID\nyou see that young man who passed, cheered by\nthe crowd ? That is my son.\nHis mother left us when he was four. I have never\nheard of her since. She liked fine clothes, comforts, little\ndelicacies . . . perhaps she got them.\nMy job didn't pay well. The work was hard and the\nhours long. Somehow I couldn't get ahead. Perhaps I\nread too much. All that I made, after she left us, went\nfor the Boy- He was like his mother; he liked fine things,\nand I was too proud of him to say no. He got his school-\ning. I sold my books for that and worked a bit overtime.\nIt was hard, though, and I wasn't exactly well.\nThen the Boy got into politics and the people seemed\nto like his speeches.\nBut he needed money, money, money, and I wanted him\nto have it; so I got him some.\nThey sent me up for it—five years.\nWhen I got out nobody wanted a jail bird. Even the\nBoy couldn't recognizemmit—it would have hurt his career\n—I understood- But it's been hard for me not to jump\nup, when the crowd's cheering him and everybody's shout-\ning his name and say: \"He's mine, he's my son!\"\nSo I sit here, day after day, drinking and coughing,\nwaiting for the papers, to read about the Boy. Leroy, the\nbarkeep, gives me my food for running errands and doing\nodd jobs. I guess I wasn't intended to be much else any-\nway.\n- Once the Boy came in here with some friends. My\nheart pumped. I wanted to claim him then, but he looked\nat me and I knew I couldn't. I heard them talking and\nlaughing about me. On the way out he flipped me a quar-\nter. \"Tommy, get a good drink while you're about it,\"\nhe said. I have the quarter yet—see? I understood.\nDrinks, Jerry! I won't last much longer anyway, and\nthe Boy's doing wonders, isn't he?\nLet's see the paper.\nTust like his mother in most respects. God bless them\nboth! ,"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "795", "page_fin": "795", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "In the Court of Domestic Relations in the Year of our Lord 2,000.", "titre_sommaire": "In the Court of Domestic Relations in the Year of our Lord 2,000.", "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": "795", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 2334, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3587, "texte": "In the Court of Domestic Relations in\nthe Year of our Lord 2,000.\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Defendant, you are accused of\nhaving abused your wife, because she refused to buy you\na new hat.\"\nDEFENDANT: \"My wife told me before we married,\nthat she had a monthly income of $400. It proved to\nbe untrue. At the time we married, I gave her all my\nsavings to the amount of one thousand dollars and I had\na wonderful trousseau. I had sewed and embroidered\nit all myself. I have regretted it all these years that I\ndidn't remain a servant.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Why didn't you remain a\nservant?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"The mistress of the house teased me\nconstantly and I became the prey of her daughter, the\nlawyer.\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Therefore, you married?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Yes, my present wife seduced me\nand in order to save my honor and my good name, I had\nto marry her.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Have you any children?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Yes, I have two and my wife has\nfour.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Why don't you apply for a\ndivorce?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"But how shall I get a living?\"\n.■ WOMAN JUDGE: \"Your wife will have to pay you\na monthly alimony until your daughters are of age and\nable to take care of you.\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Under these circumstances I wish\nto be divorced.\"\n(Divorce proceedings are immediately instituted.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "795", "page_fin": "795", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Asphalt", "titre_sommaire": "Asphalt", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "795", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 3589, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4079, "texte": "Asphalt\nTom Sleeper.\nDOOR tinsel puppets of an asphalt world\n* Whose brains about your stomach's rim lie curled\nWhat can you know of mysteries that lie\nBeneath the stars.\nYou with your gossip and your brawling cabaret\nYour wine lists, and your fear of what \"they say\"\nWhat can you know of the deep hush that comes\nWith summer nights.\nProuting like peacocks, puffed with self-esteem\nYou'll strut and mince a little hour or two\nThen like the dust of puff balls disappear\nFrom whence you came."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "796", "page_fin": "797", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Within the Gates by No. 5153", "titre_sommaire": "Within the Gates by No. 5153", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "796", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2130, "texte": "Within the Gates by No. 5153\n\nCourse the federal prisons differ materially from\nthe state penal institutions in the personnel of the\ninmates, as the government at Washington picks and\nchooses among our inhabitants for delegates to its three\nsanitariums for derelicts.\nSafely housed and free from 'deleterious outside in-\nfluences at its Atlanta institution are ex-pastmasters who\nhave failed to have the requisite amount of cost on hand\nwhen the inspector dropped in; national bank clerks and\nofficers who had been going the pace and failed to success-\nfully fix up their books to cover their abnormal expendi-\ntures ; then there are those wards of the nation from Indian\nreservations who have not behaved just right. These\nare mixed in with a lot of post-office yeggman, mutineers\nfrom the high seas, offenders against various federal laws,\nfinanciers of the \"high\" variety who have used the mails\nin the pursuit of their prey and others who have vainly\ntried to live by skill instead of labor.\nBut they are a reasonably happy crew in spite of ardent\ndesires in every heart to have that day arrive when they\nwill be permitted to go out into the big world and try\nagain. They live together in their unchosen fellowship\nin a higher state of peace and good will than would an\nequal number on the outside chosen at random.\nAmong the men at Atlanta are some able writers of\nboth prose and poetry and several men who are clever\nwith brush and pen. Among these latter is one who\ngraduated from banking circles to take a post-graduate\ncourse in that \"college of another chance.\" He is not a\ngenius, but he is clever with pen and pencil as a few\nexamples will indicate. He is one of those self-taught\nchaps and shows the need of instruction, but he has\nthe right spirit and is a keen observer.\n\"The letter from home\" brings a flood of regret and\nhopeful resolutions. And he has plenty of time to ground\nthem deeply as he lies night after night on his hard bunk.\nBut \"music hath charms\" to soothe even the hearts of\nimprisoned men and they get much joy and comfort from\nit during the evening music hour and when they are on"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "797", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1037, "texte": "the grounds on pleasant Saturdays and Sundays. \"Sleep,\nsweet sleep\"—\"that knits the ravelled sleeve of care,\"\nbrings temporary oblivion and surcease from sorrow. The\nall-pervading topic of conversation, if a one-sided\nharrangue can be called conversation, is \"my case\" with\nall its ifs and ands, its pros and cons, its rights and\nwrongs.\nAnd how it is pushed at the poor chap who is in a\ncorner and can't escape. But there are many weary\nhours when there is \"nothing to do but think\" and the\nmen sit about and eat their hearts out. Then they grow\nthin and peaked, have no appetite and—go to the hospital.\nThen one encounters the old crooks who have been at\nit a life-time. 4'The old counterfeiter\" after forty years\nin prison, off and on, mostly on, has finally decided that\nthe game is not worth the candle.\nAnd the last scene of all, the prison\nburying ground, outside the big wall, reservation,\nwhence are carried those who receive a pardon from\nthat higher tribunal and from whom there is no appeal."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "796", "page_fin": "796", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.12.1", "titre_corps": "Musicians", "titre_sommaire": "Musicians", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "796", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2132, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2141, "texte": "Musicians"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "796", "page_fin": "796", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.12.2", "titre_corps": "Forty Years in Prison", "titre_sommaire": "Forty Years in Prison", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "796", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2143, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2164, "texte": "Forty Years in Prison"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "796", "page_fin": "796", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.12.3", "titre_corps": "Sweet Repose", "titre_sommaire": "Sweet Repose", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "796", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2166, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2178, "texte": "Sweet Repose"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "797", "page_fin": "797", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.12.4", "titre_corps": "Letter from Home", "titre_sommaire": "Letter from Home", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "797", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 32, "texte": "Letter from Home"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "798", "page_fin": "799", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "The Genius of China", "titre_sommaire": "The Genius of China", "signature_source": "W. G. Blaikie Murdoch", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "798", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6907, "texte": "The Genius of China\n\nrT' HE little exhibition, at present gathered in the Metro-\n* politan Museum, and consisting of early Chinese\nsculpture and pottery, supplemented by a few Korean\nthings, is one which nobody in New York, caring seriously\nfor art, should fail to go and see. In the main, the exhibits\nare artistically arranged, though some of them would have\nbeen seen to greater advantage, certainly, had they been\ngiven more carefully chosen backgrounds; while the cata-\nlogue is worth buying and worth keeping, not by reason\nof the very erudite nature of its contents, but by reason\nof its quite singularly tasteful appearance. Moreover, as\nMr. Charles Ricketts observes, in his valuable Pages on\nArt, \"Too much is known of Japan, too little of China.\"\nAnd it is not the case that many of those endless people,\ncaring deeply for the woodcuts, the kakemonos, the faience\nof Japan, are prone to forget that Japanese art is but the\ndescendant of Chinese? Not till about the 13th century,\nA. D., did the Japanese begin to achieve mtich excellence,\nwhereas the -Chinese were active before the dawn of the\nChristian era; and how rare an artistry was often theirs,\nin that remote day, how deeply they loved beauty even\nthen, is testified abundantly by the present exhibition.\nFather and Son\nIn some ways, too, China, the father, is greater* than\nJapan, the son; and the difference between them might\nbe compared, perhaps, to the difference between Flanders\nand France. Owing a great deal throughout the middle\nages to Flanders, France has wrought frequently, since\nthen, with an elegance and charm denied to the Flemish\nschool. But, if the latter has never produced a sculptor\nlike Clodion, an ebeniste like Cressent, a painter like\nFrancois Boucher, neither has France brought forth any\nartist so majestic as Van der Goes, Rubens or Van Dyke.\nAnd, in the same way, China has never yielded so dainty\nand graceful a master as Utamaro, there being neverthe-\nless, in the best of old Chinese work, a lofty grandeur\napparently beyond the alchemy of the Japanese, Hokusai\nhimself not excepted. Besides, the finest Chinese work\nis more spiritual than the Japanese: it has, in larger degree\nthan the latter, that sense of mystery, that air of remote-\nness, which are among the prime insignia of the noblest\nart. What, then, is to be learnt from this grand Chinese\nschool? Where lies the importance, for American artists\nto-day, in this temporary gathering at the Metropolitan\nMuseum?\nThe Cult of Simplicity\nWhoso would paint a great picture must become as a\nlittle child. Thus, if not exactly in these words, said\nPaul Ganguin on leaving France for Tahiti, there to\ncarry the quest for the simple to the ultima thule, espous-\ning, to the best of his ability, the life of the primitive\npeople round about him. And ever since he took this\nstep, quixotic, possibly, by no means resulting, however,\nfrom mere desire for notoriety—simplicity has been a\npositive motto among the generality of aspirational young\npainters and sculptors, alike in Europe and America.\nWell, those who are inspired by this cult will find, in the\nChinese exhibition, a plenitude, of things well worth ac-\ncepting as an exemplar; and these words hold good, not\njust of the sculpture, but of the faience. For the pristine\nMongolian potters knew little or nothing of the rich,\nintricate harmonies wherewith, in the minds of most\npeople, Chinese art is mainly associated; and often they\ncompassed beauty, just by their wonderful skill in con-\nceiving and moulding a fine shape, the actual material they\nused, being frequently monocromatic. Sometimes this\nmaterial is destitute of intrinsic charm, but at other times\nthe single colour employed is no less wonderful than the\nshape, its choice reflects no less masterly an aestheticism;\nand this pink, these varying shades of iris—do they not\ncompete more with flowers than with anything made by\nthe hand of man? Or look at these vases, which belong\nto a rather later period, hence having on them slight floral\ndecorations; and observe with what infallible tact, in\nnearly every case, the little spray has been placed on its\nrepoussoir. Here, indeed, is ideal designing: a lesson in\nthe craft of composition, that craft which is the most\ndifficult of all those which the artist must master.\nSculpture\nAnd turning from the faience to the statuary, there\nare found, in numerous works, passages of the utmost\nincisiveness, the artist expressing some given thing in what\nis seemingly the briefest possible manner, as witness notably\nthis little statue of Narayuin. He is a deity, regarded by\nthe Chinese as the protector of Buddha; and he is repre-\nsented, accordingly, as a man of vast physical strength.\nBut whether himself a devout Buddhist or not, the sculp-\ntor in this instance has stated, clearly, his contempt for\nbrute force and lack of intelligence, stating this with but\na few, significant touches, trenchant and economical as\na drawing by Goya, a phrase by Thackeray or Fielding.\nOther sculptors, whose subject is Kuan Yin, the Chinese\ndeity of compassion, show themselves equally fearless as\nregards criticising, the natural assumption being that a\nmodel was used; and studying various effigies of this\ngoddess, it transpires that the stone was originally glorified\nby diverse hues Like everything else which is waning\neverything suggesting vanished splendour, these faint\nvestiges of colour are a little pathetic; yet in a sense they\nreflect further and great credit on the old Chinese masters,\nfor how beautifully their works are ageing!\nArt, Not Egotism\nIs it possible that these bygone Chinese masters, realizing\nthat time would alter the guise of their handicraft, worked\never with that fact in mind, seeking to create what would\nlook as lovely when old as when new? That is a question\nwhich will never be answered, in likelihood; and yet there\nis one matter, concerning these artists of the remote past,\nwhich admits of no hypothesis, for the whole nature of\ntheir work indicates clearly that they all loved beauty\npassionately for its own sake. To-day, more than in any\nother age, what is called individuality is constantly and\nnoisily praised by painters and sculptors; and many, in\ntheir longing to be original, are apt to produce instead\nthe aggressive; they are inclined to forget that what is\nnot before all else reposeful, and essentially decorative,\nis no work of art, however personal and novel a manner\nit enshrines. Now, in the old Chinese work, there is any-\nthing but a lack of individuality, on the part of the dif-\nferent artists. But each seems to have achieved this quite\nunconsciously, seems to have taken no thought for it, on\nthe contrary setting himself a technical criterion of the\nhighest order, eternally striving after it with love and\nreverence. And hence, salient if not paramount among\nthe things the Chinese exhibition emphasizes, is that no"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 141, "texte": "man can be an artist without thinking far more about\nbeauty, than about uttering his personal vision.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "799", "page_fin": "799", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.14", "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": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 143, "fin_caractere_exclue": 919, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\nBeauty also is to prove how one may get along without\nbrains.\nBragging about what you have had and lost is poor\nammunition to help you bag what you lack and need.\nWhen the doctors disagree, the patient better agrees\nto take the pills of the doctor with whom he best agrees.\nMany of life's comedies are but aborted tragedies, and\naltogether too many of its tragedies, just comedies that\nran away with their authors.\nWhat we don't know about Shakespeare, makes it so\nmuch easier for us to believe all we'd like to believe there\nis to know, especially if we believe it would discredit some\nof the things we seem to be compelled to believe about\nShakespeare.\nA little of a whole lot of things is more than a whole\nlot enough of too many things."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "799", "page_fin": "799", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "The Five Sister Pansies", "titre_sommaire": "The Five Sister Pansies", "signature_source": "Hubert Crackanthorpe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 921, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1830, "texte": "The Five Sister Pansies\nHubert Crackanthorpe\n*T HESE are their names—Carlotta, Lubella, Belinda,\nAminta, Clarissa. By the old bowling-green they\nstand, a little pompously perhaps, with a slight superfluity\nof dignity, conscious of their own full, comely contours—•\na courtly group of rotund dames. Heavy Carlotta, the\neldest, lover of blatant luxury, overblown, middle-aged,\nin her gown of rich magenta, all embroidered with tawdry\ngilt; Lubella, wearing portly velvet of dark purple, sensual,\nindolent, insolent as an empress of old, gleaming her thin,\nyellow eye; insignificant Belinda, bedecked in silly sen-\ntimental mauvre, all for dallying with the facile gossip\nof gallanterie, gushing, giggling, gullible; unsophisticated\nAminta, with tresses of flaming gold, amiable and obvious\nas a common stage heroine; and Clarissa, the youngest,\nslyly smirking the while, above her frock of milk-white\ninnocence."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "799", "page_fin": "799", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Reveries", "titre_sommaire": "Reveries", "signature_source": "From the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by 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": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1832, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3556, "texte": "Reveries\nFrom the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by Guido Bruno\nBird and Man\nA LITTLE robin took quarters in a hedge on the out-\nskirts of the park, right next to the sidewalk.\nThat's what I call confidence.\nThe bush is open on all sides and is half naked yet,—\nonly the skeleton of the green parasol to be.\nFrom far away his nest can be distinctly seen; the hemi-\nsphere of straw, pressed into the fork branches, shines in\nthe sun and tells how new it is.\njf Passerby, I look at it:\nYes, the bird is in there. He puts his head under his\nwing and makes himself as small as he can—-he is\nafraid. ....\n\"No, he passed by! He surely did not see me!\"\nWhat a heart-refreshing confidence! . . , . confi-\ndence in the thorns of the bush that shelters him, . . .\nin Mother Nature, who, in not less than a week, will have\nready for him the green hiding place.\nIn humanity?\nNever!\nSic Transit Gloria Mundi\nKJ OT much was left of the old oak.\nEverything: the branches of its crown and twigs\n—even the bark—was gone, and left was only the trunk\nwith its stumps of branches, naked and uncanny, staring\nhigh up into the air,—a testimony to the heavens that the\nyoung forest had stolen the life of the oak.\nBut once, a long time ago. . . .\nYes, long ago the oak was reaching after passing clouds.\nRavens built their nests in its broad crown and thousands\nof plants and smaller vegetation grew out from between\nits roots. Generation after generation played at the feet\nof the oak, cut hearts .and initials in its hardened bark and\nmet under its sheltering green roof to declare love and\nexchange sweet secrets. . . . And, to-day,* not even\na sparrow would take a short rest on the dried, dead trunk.\nThat's what they call in the forest: forgotten."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "799", "page_fin": "800", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Pink Cheeks", "titre_sommaire": "Pink Cheeks", "signature_source": "Translated by 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": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 3558, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5657, "texte": "Pink Cheeks\n\nIN Xenophon's Oikonomikos, Socrates listens to a model\n* farmer who claims to have cured his young wife of\nher habit of using paints.\n\"Once I came home,\" he says. \"My wife's face was\ncovered with red and white paint; her feet clad in shoes\nwith high heels, and I said to her: 'My dear wife, do\nyou think it would be more easy and pleasant to live with\nme if I would show you my possessions just as they are\nor if I would tell you stories—if I should tell you I own\nmore than I really do; if I should give you counterfeit\nmoney or gold-plaited necklaces instead of solid gold ones\nand imitation purple for genuine?' 'Don't say such\nawful things,\" she exclaimed. 'It would be terrible if you\nwere such a man. I couldn't love you with all my heart.'\n'Well,\" said I, 'but didn't we form a unity not only in\nthe way of worldly possessions but also of our bodies?'\n'Yes,' she said, 'that's what we did.' \"\n\" 'Now when do you think I would be a better husband\nto you? When I do all in my power to keep myself\nphysically healthy and strong, preserve for myself the rosy\ncheeks of health or when I appear before you with rouge\non my face and black under my eyes so that you would\nhave an unreal man at your side, would see and come\nin contact with rouge instead of my own skin?\"\n\" 'I would not prefer to come in contact with rouge\ninstead of your own skin,' she said, 'and the black under\nyour eyes would frighten me.' \"\n\"Now my dear wife, you shall know also that red and\nwhite paint on your cheeks does not please me more than\nyour own color. Just as the Gods provided that horses\nshould prefer horses to everything in the world, cattle\nthe cattle, sheep the sheep, in the same way the unfalsified\nhuman body is most pleasing to the human being. Paint\non the cheeks, when seen from a distance, might deceive,\nbut when two people are living together constantly and\nnotwithstanding this fact are trying to deceive one another,\nunder these circumstances, discovery cannot be avoided.\nBe it in the morning before they arise or before they have\nan opportunity to paint or when perspiration does its"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "800", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1393, "texte": "damaging work on a hot day or tears are betrayers or the\nrain sent from heaven washes away the self-inflicted\nbeauty.\" #\n\"By the God,\" said I, \"what did she answer to this?\n\"Oh,\" said he, \"her answer was—she never again\nused artificial means to look beautiful, but always tried\nto appear nicely as she was. But she asked me to advise\nher what to do to look pretty without the aid of powder\nand paint. And then I advised her not to sit always in\none chair like a slave tied to his work but that she should\ntry to move about freely like the Gods, to take a seat\noccasionally at the loom, teach the hired girl the weaving\nshe knew better and to learn from the girl that which she\nwas more skilled in doing than her mistress. I told her\nto look after the servants in the kitchen, after the house-\nkeeper when she was distributing rations to the servants\nand go through the entire house to see that everything\nwas where it should be. This, I thought, would provide\nher witlf a walk every day. And if she did as I said,\nI told her, she would have a better appetite, she would\nremain healthy, grow to be more healthy day by day and\nin fact the color of her cheeks would grow prettier and\nprettier.\n\"And that's what she's doing now, Socrates! My wife\nis doing as I advised her, her cheeks are pretty and pink\nand she would never think of using paint again.\"\n\nTranslated by Guido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "800", "page_fin": "800", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "If I Were Kaiser", "titre_sommaire": "If I Were Kaiser", "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": "800", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1395, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5711, "texte": "If I Were Kaiser\nIN an old issue of the famous German weekly \"Jug end,\"\nof 1905, I found a series of short articles written by\nten-year-old boys expressing what they would do if they\nshould suddenly become, by some miracle, the German\nEmperor. The teacher of a lower class of a gymnasium\nhad chosen this subject for exercises, selected the worthiest\nefforts of his pupils and sent them to the editor of the\nffJugend \" \"Every boy had to finish his theme in three-\nquarters of an hour,\" he writes in the accompanying let-\nter. \"It is evident that most of the children have a won-\nderful talent . . • for ruling\"\nI.\nLater on I would like them to elect me emperor of\nGermany. I would travel to Africa. There I would kill\nall Herreros. After the war we would come back to our\nown home. I would have had caught five hundred Her-\nreros alive. These I would bring with me as slaves.\nThey would have to do all the work for the princes. If\nthey should refuse to work they would get the whip.\nThey would have to work in the fields and then they\nwould have to clean the house.\nII.\nOne day I had to run an errand for my mother. Right\nin front of the bakery I wanted to take the money from\nmy pocket but the money wasn't there any more. Soon\nI went back home to my mother. My mother gave me a\nlicking. Shortly afterwards someone knocked on the\ndoor and it opened by itself. The Kaiser entered and\nsaid: \"Why do you beat your child?\" She said, \"because\nit lost my ten marks.\" \"Because you have beaten your\nchild I shall take it with me.\" And when they arrived\nat the castle, the Kaiser said to his servants: \"Give this\nchild beautiful clothes because it is mine now-\" He be-\ncame Crown Prince. The father died and he became\nKaiser. He was crowned and the princes swore alleg-\niance to him. They celebrated for three days. After the\ncelebration was all over he went home. Everybody went\nhome. Everybody went with him. His mother he or-\ndered hung in the market place.\nIII.\nIf I should become Kaiser I should have to be a captain\nat first, and have to know how to march well. And if I\nam Kaiser, I shall get five or six armies of soliders. All\nsoldiers have to salute me and have to obey me. If a\nlittle war breaks out I don't go in the war. If a big war\nbreaks out I go. The big battle will last three years.\nAfter it has lasted one year, the medical troops come into\ncall for the sick. Afterwards the battle starts anew.\nThe war lasts two more years. During this battle still\nmore soldiers were wounded and the medical corps couldn't\ncarry them all out. During the last battle only twenty\nsoldiers and one captain were wounded and the surgeons\nfound it easy to attend to all of them.\nIV.\nIf I were Kaiser, I would go to the poor house and\nhand out money to the poor. They would be glad and I\nwould go to my palace in my own room and drink a glass\nof wine. Fd build for the poor a big house. They could\nlive there without paying rent. Their beds would have\nto be made. And Fd give them again a thaler and finally\nthey would be so rich that they could live alone by them-\nselves. And then Fd go to the orphan asylum and they\nwould all thank me. And then I would drive out to my\nmonuments. All people would salute me. And I would\nthank them. Women would wave their handkerchiefs.\nThe men would take off their hats and the boys would\nscream, Hurrah! Hurrah! and I would throw money\nto 'them. And then I would look at my soldiers. The\nmusic would play. I would have a crown upon my head\nand my horse would have a big wreath around its neck.\nV.\nWhat I would do if I were Kaiser? I would be very\nglad. I would have a lot of soldiers and I would have a\nbig ship. Mostly I would be travelling in order to know\nmy country. I would create new order wherever there\nmight be disorder. The whole people would have to obey\nme- But I would make them love me. I would give\nthem a lot of money so that they could buy food. Sun-\ndays I would go to church to pray. Then I would return\nto my palace and ask my servant if dinner was ready. I\nwould go in the dining room and eat. In the afternoon\nI would go out driving. In the evening I would eat\nagain. All at once a messenger would come and tell me\nthat the Chinese were revolting. Therefore I left my\nmeal, took a lot of soldiers and went against the Chinese.\nWe were victorious and the Chinese lost."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "800", "page_fin": "800", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "PRIEST, (in Foundling Asylum)—And what name", "titre_sommaire": "PRIEST, (in Foundling Asylum)—And what name", "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": "800", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 5713, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5971, "texte": "PRIEST, (in Foundling Asylum)—And what name\ndid you choose for this child of your sin ?\nMOTHER—I'd like to call him Moses, if I might.\nPRIEST—Moses! Such a holy name; why Moses?\nMOTHER (meekly)—I thought, because he too was\nsuch a poor beggar of a foundling."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "801", "page_fin": "801", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Good Night", "titre_sommaire": "Good Night", "signature_source": "Dimond Crisp", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 323, "texte": "Good Night\nDimond Crisp\nJ leaned far out\n* Into the night,\nAnd the blossoms\nWhich grew\nRound my window\nTouched my cheek\nCaressingly\nFor a moment\nI paused\nThe eternal mystery of night\nHolding me.\nThen with arms outstretched\nI whispered \"Good Night\"\nTo the world which on the morrow\nPerchance I might not see."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "801", "page_fin": "801", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "An Untimely Thought", "titre_sommaire": "An Untimely Thought", "signature_source": "Vincent Starrett", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 325, "fin_caractere_exclue": 592, "texte": "An Untimely Thought\nVincent Starrett\nTHIS is the very same bed;\nIn it my grandfather died.\nWell I recall what he said:\n\"This is the very same Ded!\"\nJust that—and next moment was dead.\nNow, I am here with my bride!\nThis is the very same bed—\nIn it my grandfather died!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "801", "page_fin": "801", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "The Worm", "titre_sommaire": "The Worm", "signature_source": "Lillian George", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 594, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1277, "texte": "The Worm\nBy Lillian George\n1 found a greenish-gray worm clinging to the under-\nside of a maple leaf ;\nIt had no color of its own but reflected the tone to\nwhich it clung.\nIt seemed perfectly happy wriggling and creeping\nalong.\nI suppose some day it will be a butterfly.\nThere is a woman in the flat below me\nShe always seems to be in a kitchen apron\nShe has a great brutish husband\nShe seems to have no moods of her own.\nYesterday he told her to hurry with his dinner as\nhe had to return to work.\nShe scurried away at once. He was cross and tired.\nHer face at his harsh voice, became pale with fatigue\nand work.\nYet she seems in a way content—\nI suppose some day she will be a saint."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "801", "page_fin": "801", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "The Son of Alfred Dreyfus", "titre_sommaire": "The Son of Alfred Dreyfus", "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": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1279, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1871, "texte": "The Son of Alfred Dreyfus\nThe son of the Devil's Island exiled lieutenant of ar-\ntillery, Peter Dreyfus, received honorable mention for\nhis good services at Verdun. Especially on the 26th, 27th\nand 28th of February and in the first days of March, he\nsucceeded as observation officer in the most violent fire in\nkeeping contact with his battery and in directing its action.\nGustave Herve says in\"The Victoire\": \"What happi-\nness must have been brought to Alfred Dreyfus, and he\nwell deserves it. No other officer of any army in the\nworld was ever abused as Dreyfus was by French mili-\ntarism.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "801", "page_fin": "801", "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "Washington Square on a Rainy Day", "titre_sommaire": "Washington Square on a Rainy Day", "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": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1873, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2889, "texte": "Washington Square on a Rainy Day\nO AIN drives the children from the square; the home\n* less men and women from their benches where they\nsit and rest and dream of better times, past and future.\nA heavy sadness seems to hover over the Village when rain\nfalls continuously as during the past week. The asphalt\nis whitewashed, the grass seems greener and the branches\nof the trees heavy with water, which drops in regular in-\ntervals into the puddles on the sidewalk. The busses are\nfar and few; they hardly carry any passengers at all.\nWomen with one hand hold their skirts high, with the\nother the umbrella over their heads; men wear rain coats\nand slouch hats and all walk with bowed heads looking\nin careful search for dry spots.\nAn automobile whizzes past like a spitting dragon\nsplashing muddy water to the right and to the left. The\ncop in his rain coat under the sheltering arch looks like\nNeptune risen from his ocean- The skies are gray and\ndark clouds make prisoners of the rays of the sun. The\nday is gloomy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "802", "page_fin": "806", "image_debut": 14, "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=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "Judas Iscariot", "titre_sommaire": "Judas Iscariot", "signature_source": "W. Dorochewitch ; 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": "802", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6088, "texte": "Judas Iscariot\nBy W. Dorochewitch\nTranslated by Guido Bruno\n\nJUDAS did not hang himself.\nJudases never hang themselves. Suicide rumors of\nJudas were spread in Jerusalem, and the apostles, in the\npurity of their hearts, never doubted them for a minute:\nAfter that terrible crime of his, what else was there\nleft for him to do?\nBut Judas did not hang himself.\nHe only took it into consideration.\nHe went out into the forest, chose a tree for himself,\nfastened the rope to it, wept for his past life—and then\nsuddenly changed his mind.\nWhat brought him to his senses was the following\nconsideration:\n\"What I did was a great sin. Suicide also is a great\nsin. What shall I, unfortunate man, do? Shall I add to\na great sin by committing another one? Didn't the\nMaster himself say that there will be more joy in Heaven\nover the sinner who repents than over ten saints who\nneed not repent? But in order to repent I need time.\nMy duty towards myself; my duty towards Heaven is\nto live, to live, to live. To live as long as possible in\norder to gain a long time to repent in.\"\nHe unfastened the rope from the tree: so that it might\nnot lead into temptation some unfortunate who thinks\nhe is through with life and who doesn't recognize the\ntruth as he did.\nHe put the rope into his pocket.\nEven a rope might be useful to perform a good work.\nAnd he walked back toward the city.\nThe way was long.\nLong ways usually bring many thoughts.\nJudas thought:\n\"I have to undergo a great penance. I have to make\nit as hard as possible for myself. I could try it with\npoverty: to be the last among the last. But would it\nlead to anything? Really it would be easy for me! It\nwould mean that I make it easy for myself. Have I a\nright to do this? Didn't the Master say that it is easier\nfor a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for\na rich man to enter the kingdom of Heaven? May I\nnot put obstacles into my own way in order to make it\nharder for myself?\"\nJudas went to the High-priest and said: \"Yesterday in\nmy ire. did I throw at your feet thirty pieces of silver.\nTo-day I am quiet and I have changed my mind. The\nmoney is mine. Give it back to me.\"\nThe servant of the High-priest, a respectable old Phari-\nsee, reported this to Caiaphas. Caiaphas again was more\nthan ready to rend his clothes in his desperation.\n\"So then this Judas, who was supposed to have hung\nhimself, has come back to like again? What is the mean-\ning of this?\"\nThere was plenty of excitement in the city already.\nSeveral rumors were going around. Everywhere they\nspoke about the missing body of the Crucified, secretly they\nadded to these rumors that Christ had arisen.\n\"We have to make an end of all this!\" cried Caiaphas,\nvery much excited. \"The pro-consul is, anyhow, very\nmad. This affair is beginning to look important! They\nspeak too much about it! Give this dog his thirty pieces\nof silver, but only upon the condition that he leaves the\ncity immediately!\"\nThe servant of the High-priest pulled his long beard\nand stroked his whiskers, and said to Judas: \"The High-\npriest has ordered me to hand to you these twenty pieces\nof silver. It is only his great mercy that moves him to\ngive them to you. Now get out and keep your mouth\nshut.\"\nJudas put the twenty pieces of silver in his pocket;\nshivered and left Jerusalem.\nHe went to the next port, awaited favorable winds and\nsailed by the first ship that left. He went to Alexandria.\nHe selected for himself as his future habitation, a small\ntown with a good climate in Egypt: \"I must try to live\nas long as possible for my work,\" he said to himself.\nIt was a town in which were many poor people. There\nhe settled- Judas thought again: \"The Master has ordered\nThe rich shall give to the poor all of his possessions.\nBut I own nothing yet. Twenty pieces of silver—what\nis that? At first I have to obtain riches in order to be\nable to give them away. If I should ever get rich, then\nI will be able to do the right thing: not miserable pennies\nwill I give to the poor, but uncounted wealth.\"\nDelighted with his thoughts, he continued: \"What shall\nI start to do?\" And he decided: \"The best will be to\nlend the money to the poor in such a way that the money\nwill never be in my possession; it will always be at the\ndisposal of the poor. If the poor need it they can take\nit. Later on if they don't need it any longer they can\nbring it back in order to take it again in times of need,\njust as if they took it from their own pockets.\"\nAnd he began to lend out his money on easier con-\nditions than the other usurers and at first he also asked\nless for interest. Soon all the other usurers were ruined\nand had to move to other cities. Then he increased the\nrate of interest. In order to make his dream come true\nso much the quicker, he said to himself: \"The others are\nusurers, I am a benefactor. The others earn the money\nfor themselves, I am doing it only for a good cause. I\nam only the keeper of your money. You, the proprietors,\ncan come and take whenever you wish to. I am taking\ninterest only to be able to lend out much more money.\"\nAnd so the poor not only enriched him, but they were\nalso grateful.\nThe city had many poor and therefore usurers got\nrich quickly.\nThe women of the town were famous for their beauty\nand Judas said to himself: \"If we consecrate an offering\nto God, we do not offer him an old ox, worn out from\nlabor, but a calf which never wore a yoke yet. I, myself,\nam an ox exhausted from labor. Our father Abraham\ndidn't wish to sacrifice himself either and a voice from\nthe clouds didn't tell him: \"Abraham, sacrifice thyself\"\nbut it ordered him \"Sacrifice your son Isaac.\" I also\nshall do as our father Abraham did. Abraham's god was\na god of Death. Our god is a god of Life. I shall\nbring him my first son to live, him whom I shall educate\naccording to the laws of our religion. Accept my Isaac,\n0 God!\"\nAnd Judas married a beautiful girl. After she had born\nhim her first son, Judas spoke to his consciousness: \"Now\n1 have just one duty : to educate my son in piety and in\nthe principles which I recognize as the right ones. Nothing"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "804", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5932, "texte": "else will matter to me. Starting with to-day I shall be\nonly the keeper of his house.\nHe ordered artisans to take down the old name above\nthe entrance to his business and to putin its stead a new\none. It read: \"Judas Junior.\"\nAnd again Judas was thinking very deeply: \"I am the\none who committed the crime. Therefore, I have to do\npenance for it. My son is innocent. He doesn't need to\ndo penance. What right have I to give away my property\nand to condemn him to poverty—-he who never committed\na crime? Shall the innocent suffer for the sins of the\nguilty? Would that be justice? And could such in-\njustices please the Lord? For my own money I had only\ntwenty pices of silver and those I used up long ago for\nmy daily living expenses. All money that I have now\nwas brought in by the poor. This money is not my own.\nI shall give it to my son. He can do with it as his heart\nand his conscience tell him to do. It is my duty to edu-\ncate my son by words and examples.\"\nAnd old Judas educated him, his little Judas, by his\nwords and by his deeds. He was educating him constantly.\nWhenever people came into the shop of Judas Junior,\nboiling over with indignation and desperation, swearing\nand damning, Judas, the authorized manager of his son,\nsaid: \"Never and towards none should we permit our\ntemper to get away with us. We should always love each\nother.\" They answered: \"How can I love my worst\nenemy r\n* Judas answered with a mild smile: \"You should even\nlove your enemy. If he sees your love, he, too, will love\nyou. Hatred is always defeated by love.\" On purpose, he\ntook occasion to repeat this in front of his son, so that\nhe would learn from his earliest childhood.\nOften someone came and begged, in his helplessness:\n\"Give me money, I will pay any interest you advise; this\none or that one oppresses me and I am in danger of being\nthrown into prison.\"\nAnd Judas would say: \"Take from my son the double\namount and pay your creditor. He will be ashamed of\nhimself.\" Of course they very rarely paid any attention\nto him. They said: \"It is easy for you to talk, you are\na saint. You have renounced everything in order to\nbecome the authorized manager of your son.\" Sometimes\nsomeone called him \"saint\" and very soon it became his\nname.\nOne would say: \"Let us go to the saint. He will take\nsome of his son's money and will give it to us.\"\nIn the meantime the new teachings which had origin-\nated in the wonderful valleys of Judea and on the peaceful\nbanks of Lake Genesareth had spread all over the world\nlike oil on the surface of water and had filled it with\nits peace.\nIn the town in which Judas was living with his son,\ncame a young Christian, Nathaniel. He was a pupil\nof Christ's disciples. He preached the new teachings.\nBut everybody who listened to his sermons, seemed to\nsay: \"All this is known to us. Everything was taught\nus by our saint, by him who renounced life in order to\nbecome the authorized manager of his son, the usurer.\"\nNathaniel was anxious to make the acquaintance of\nJudas. \"How is it that you know all this?\" he asked,\nin reverence.\n\"The Master himself used to tell me all this more\nthan once,\" answered Judas. \"I used to live in Judea.\"\n\"You have seen the Master himself,\" cried Nathaniel\nenthusiastically, and holy envy filled his heart. \"And I\nknew only his disciples; what wonderful men they were!\"\nAnd Nathaniel started to tell him about the apostles.\n\"This one went to this and this place, another one is\npreaching there and there, so they say, and still another\none has been martyred already.\"\nJudas asked many questions about them and told little\npersonal stories he knew of them. Nathaniel listened\nand admired Judas who knew all his beloved teachers.\nAnd then they spoke of Judas Iscariot. \"Who is he?\"\nasked Judas.\n\"You should know him,\" exclaimed Nathaniel,\" the\nmiserable dog hung himself.\"\nJudas, whose ear had been accustomed to the \"saint,\"\nshrunk back when again he heard the word \"dog.\" He\nfrowned. He stroked his beard nervously.\n\"Why do you call him a miserable dog?\"\n\"How else should I call that traitor, him who has\nbetrayed the Master?\" asked Nathaniel, quite surprised.\nHe, too, had become excited now. The blood rushed into\nhis face. He got up from the bench upon which he had\nbeen seated and paced up and down with big strides.\nJudas looked at him very severely and sternly, dis-\nsatisfied.\n\"So you hate Judas?\"\n\"Surely.\"\n\"You look upon him as your enemy?\"\n\"Upon him as my worst enemy!\"\n\"You should love him.\"\nNathaniel became pale and looked horror-stricken at\nJudas. Judas continued to look grave, like a judge: \"He\nwronged you, didn't he? taking the best you had,—the\nMaster?\"\n\"Yes,\" said Nathaniel, scarecly audibly.\n\"You should love him because he wronged you so\nbadly.\"\nNathaniel kept silence.\n\"You should forgive him.\"\nJudas arose: \"Judge not, that ye be not judged.\" And\nhe disappeared into his son's store.\nThe next day Judas was seated again upon the stone\nbench. Nathaniel approached him, all broken up, with\nan unhappy expression upon his face. Like one who is\nconscious of his guilt. He stopped a few steps in front\nof Judas and said, in a voice choking with emotion: \"Oh,\nyou happy man! You have heard the Master himself,\ntherefore you know his teachings better than I do. For-\ngive me my hasty and thoughtless words, which must\nhave offended the peaceful quietness of your holy soul!\"\nHe almost broke out into tears. \"Do you know how I\npassed the night and what my constant thoughts were\nuntil the sun rose this morning?\"\n\"Be it that it was well pleasing in the sight of God.\"\n\"I have prayed for Judas.\"\nJudas arose and laid his right hand upon the curly\nhair of the youth: \"Continue upon this road, my son,\nit is the right road.\"\nFrom this very day, Nathaniel, the head of the Chris-\ntian congregation, would do nothing without having first\ntaken counsel of Judas and having received his orders.\nThe congregation grew and grew and the importance"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "805", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6046, "texte": "and glory of Judas grew too.\nUpon the advice of Judas, the congregation founded a\nbenevolent society: to help the poorest of the poor. Every-\nbody paid monthly dues according to his income.\n\"You might deposit the money with me,\" counselled\nJudas. \"To me comes poverty and to my soil's store,\nand indeed, I know the poorest of the poor*, just such as\nneed a benevolent association!\"\nJudas tool in all the money and never accounted to\nanybody for it. This finally created a lot of talk, and\nonce, Nathaniel, blushing and stammering in his bashful-\nness, said to Judas: \"Forgive me for what I have to say\nto you. I am only the spokesman of my flock. A few—\nof course, not the very best ones—wish to know—please\ndo forgive—they wish to know who receives the money\n—please do forgive me!\"\nJudas responded with that stereotyped mild smile of\nhis: \"Tell your flock: 'A good deed is good only if the\ngiving hand doesn't know what the distributing one does.'\nDo you know whose words these are?\"\nAnd Nathaniel, ashamed and humiliated, spoke to his\ncongregation: \"What did you want to do? You wanted\nto destroy your own good works.\"\nAnd all shook their heads and murmured: \"Oh my,\noh, oh, my, what Christians we are!\"\nAnd then there was another thing that Nathaniel\nthought strange.\nJudas, of course, only as the representative of his son,\nwas still occupied with usury. And then it happened\nonce in a while, that he oppressed the debtors very badly.\nIt happened often. It happened almost constantly. Blush-\ning and embarrassed, he once mentioned this to Judas.\nVery carefully, not to embarrass him. But Judas was not\nembarrassed. With an especially sweet smile he omitted\nto answer the question and started a story about the\nMaster, once in the society of sinners and publi-\ncans. . . . \"Yes, of publicans, my dear Nathaniel!\"\nNathaniel was ashamed. He took upon himself fasts\nfor penance. Because he had judged his brother. And in\nthe future he didn't feel at all like asking Judas questions.\n*He is a holy man. He knows what he is doing. Such\na holy man never errs!\"\nAnd ultimately all followed the example of Nathaniel\nand believed in the holiness of Judas. He, himself, be-\nlieved in it, too.\nOnce in a while he incidentally remember what had\nhappened, once upon a time—over there—in the Easter\nweek in Jerusalem. . . . Then it seemed to Judas\nthat it must have been someone else.\nSeductions of the Devil.\nErrors of youth.\nIt seemed to him that that Judas whose face he had\nalmost forgotten, had died long ago.\nJudas knew well the congregation of believers. More\nthan once had Nathaniel suggested to him: \"You should\nbe the leader of our congregation.\"\n\"I prefer to be the last one.\"\nNathaniel could not help thinkinf \"what a sly fox he\nis.\" But he was anxious to dispel these temptations of\nthe Devil and thought \"What a saint.\"\nAnyhow, Judas was the leader of the congregation. The\ncongregation obeyed Nathaniel and Nathaniel obeyed\nJudas. Judas gave counsel and dispensed justice, he\npunished and forgave. And so he passed the evening of\nhis life most peacefully.\nAs he began to feel weak, he called his son to his room,\ncloseted himself with him and said: \"Now I am old and\nweak and I cannot serve you any longer. You are the\nunrestricted master of your property. What you wish to\ndo with it is your own business. It is up to you to con-\ntinue the work of your father or to give it up. As you\nshall decide it shall be. But do remember, what our\nfathers and our fathers' fathers were taught: 4You shall\nhonor your father.' Whatever you may decide to do, do\nnot insult your father or his memory.\"\nJudas Junior answered: \"If I should give up business\njust now everybody would say 'He is looking down upon\nhis father's business. He must think that the way his\nfather acted and transacted business was unworthy. That\nwould mean judgment for you and dishonor to your mem-\nory and therefore I must follow in your footsteps and I\nmust always remember what you taught me.\"\n\"Yes, my dear father,\" exclaimed Judas Junior with\nenthusiasm, \"I will not depreciate your name. I shall\nmake it famous. With regret and with gratitude shall\npeople think of you. I shall increase all interests upon\nall loans and all will think mournfully and thankfully of\nJudas' father who was kind and obliging to his neighbors.\"\nJudas placed his hands upon his son's head: \"You are\nmy son; I see that I did not raise you in vain in reverence\nbefore law and old age. The seed did not fall upon\nrocky ground.\"\nJudas spent the rest of his life in peace like a patriarch,\ncounsellor and a living testimony to everybody.\nAnd then came the hour of his death. In the richly\nappointed chambers of the Jew had assembled the Elders\nof the Christian congregation. The congregation itself\nfilled the hall and the streets surrounding the house. Na-\nthaniel stood at Judas' death bed. Judas was expiring\ngently as old men do expire, like a quiet, warm summer\nday. Nathaniel wept. Once more Judas sat up in his\nbed with painfully visible difficulty and spoke: \"I shall\nnow leave this valley of sorrow and of tears.\" And the\nChristians repeated amidst the gold and silver and the\nprecious carpets and furniture of the death chamber:\n\"This valley of sorrow and of tears.\"\n\"You have been the witnesses of the life that I lived\nyou,\" said Judas.\n\"You were the torch that lighted the path of our life!\"\nexclaimed Nathaniel.\n\"You were our torch!\" repeated the Christians.\nJudas smiled. They used to call it the \"holy smile.\"\n\"Only a drop of oil is left in my lamp, and I shall\nonce more burn it for you. You thought me always a\ngood and honest man . . .\"\n\"A saint, a saint,\" sobbed Nathaniel.\n\"Yes! And still, long, long ago I committed a great\nsin . . .\"\nNathaniel knelt down and leaned over the bed of the\ndying man.\n\"Tell us what sin it was. Relieve your mind. Put\nits burden upon us and we will do penance for your sin.\"\n\"No, no!\" answered Judas. He lifted his eyes towards\nHeaven. \"I will not. I shall not shirk my heavy bur-\ndens upon the shoulders of strangers. I shall bear them"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "806", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 309, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2070, "texte": "myself and bring them before the Throne of the Almighty.\nHe will put upon one scale my whole life and upon the\nother one my only sin, an error of youth, a seduction of\nthe Devil!\"\n\"All saints were tempted by the Devil!\" cried Na-\nthaniel.\n\"You said it!\" replied Judas. He sank back into his\ncushions, he breathed slowly and deeply:\n\"Forever and ever you will be our great exemplar,\"\nexclaimed Nathaniel. \"But as long as you are still among\nus I have a great favor to ask. Give me in this solemn\nhour of parting a kiss, a kiss of love and of friendship.\"\nJudas kept silent for a long while and then he spoke:\n\"No! Once my lips kissed the Master and since then I\nhave vowed never to kiss anyone again. Not even my\nson would I kiss.\" And with these words he expired.\nWhile the dead body was being covered with palm\nleaves, one of the Christians said to Nathaniel: \"Isn't it\nextraordinary that Judas never pronounced the name of\nthe Master. He never called him Jesus as we do.\"\n\"He thought himself unworthy to pronounce the name\nof the Lord,\" pointed out Nathaniel while tears were\nstreaming down his cheeks. \"What an extraordinary man\nhe was.\"\n\"I think,\" said another one, \"he was one of those who\nare poor in spirit.\" y\nThe tomb of Judas was surrounded with love and ad-\nmiration. Pilgrims came from far, far away, and prayed\nand did penance there.\nRain and wind have since washed away the tomb of\nJudas, erased it completely as one washes away\na dirty stain.\nAnd those who worshipped there, died, and were for-\ngotten.\n\"That is how hypocrisy came into the teachings of\nChrist,\" said the venerable old man who told me this cur-\nious story. I didn't want to contradict him. But it\nseems to me he is mistaken. Hypocrisy existed long, long\nbefore Christ's teachings-"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "803", "page_fin": "803", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.25.1", "titre_corps": "Butterfly Dance. By Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Butterfly Dance. By Clara Tice", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "803", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 46, "texte": "Butterfly Dance. By Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c034", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c034", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "806", "page_fin": "806", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.26", "titre_corps": "Passing Paris", "titre_sommaire": "Passing Paris", "signature_source": "Muriel Ciolkowska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "806", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 2072, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5253, "texte": "Passing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska.\nJune Ist, 1916.\n17 NGLISH firms are, < as I see, becoming more enter-\nprising in their publications after the latest French\nbooks and this discovery brings some modification to an\nopinion advanced in this column a short while ago.\nIf there is one improvement this war and the Anglo-\nFrench intimacy it has favoured should give birth to it\nis the furthering of the French language among the\nBritish peoples.' That the Germans, Russians, Poles, not\nto speak of the Italians and Spaniards, should be so far\nahead of the English and Americans in this respect is to\nthese latter's shame. Every one knows that French is\nincompetently taught in English schools and colleges, and\nthe vigorous hauling over of this part of the curriculum\nawaits some one with the necessary influence and initiative.\nThe economic relations which, it is supposed, will be\nstrengthened between the two countries depend upon this\nreform, for we cannot, surely, expect the French to meet\nthe English all the way on the language-path, they who\nwill have to muster all their obstinacy to resist the ad-\nvances of the Germans, linguistically so perfectly equipped.\nIn the industrial domain supremacy is not only achieved\nby producing the best wares but by their intelligent, in-\nsinuating presentation.\nTested authors do not always do as well by the war\nas the younger ones who have the dash of the fresh recruit\ndenied their fellows of the \"reserve.\"\nM. Paul Adam's weighty volume (\"Dans l'Air qui\nTremble;\" Cres, 3 fr. 50) is of slighter content than\na booklet (\"La Guerre, Madame;\" Cres, 1 fr. 75) signed\nwith three asterisks, which is one of the most brilliant of\nthings literary bred by this war. M. Paul Adam gives\ntoo much of it. His is a panorama of the war and im-\npressions are more communicative. There are some fine\ndescriptions of carnage, courageously realistic, but in most\nof the other pages the air does not tremble.\nMy less ambitious anonymous author fancies a soldier\nof the \"active,\" a \"man about town\" in peace time, en-\njoying a first and only day's leave in Paris after a year\nspent at the Front. This day in a gentleman-private's\nlife contains numbers of other evocations of numerous\nother days in all kinds of lives and places. Because it\ndoes not attempt to describe, preferring to suggest, it is\nvery much more the war, for to each one of us what is\nthe war but a sequence of minute individual experiences?\nWe are all of us, though in lesser degree even, like those\nofficers who listen politely to their chief's reading of the\ndaily bulletin without understanding it or even wanting\nto:\n\"It was sometimes my duty to bring the three o'clock\n'official' to my colonel in the little wood where he was\nquartered. The colonel would then rise and say in an\naltered voice to the officers at the bridge-table: 'The\nbulletin, gentlemen.' In an artificially grave voice he\nread out the news to which he endeavoured to give an\nimportance his mind had long ago refused to grant it..\nDuring his reading the others stopped playing, though not\nthinking about the game. I saw their attention was else-\nwhere. 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Price, one dollar.\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third Edition. G. P. Putnam's Sons, 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 and unique programs are full of\ninterest and inspiration both in the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates for California Tour in June, July\nand August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. 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Henry, speaking of Gonfarone's in one of his\nunexcelled Greenwich Village Stories.\nGreenwich Village Inn\n(Polly's)\nBetween Washington Sq. & 6th Ave.\nService a la Carte\nOutdoor Dining Room\nFrom the making of a lamp to the creation of a\nperiod room there is a right and a wrong\nway. The problems of your own house may be\nanswered by consulting\nANTON HELLMAN\n80 West Washington Square\nSpring 6340\nSport Hats, Artist Smock Sets, Masque Costumes\nFor town and country\nPAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. Y.\nPhone Spring 23\nArtistic Cushions\nIncluding wool embroidery. Unique and original\ndesigns in patchwork. Cushions made to order.\nCall or write Sessers Studio Co., 82 Washington\nPL, N. Y. Spring 1076.\nWANTED you to know that at 60 Washington\nSquare South is located\nTHE VILLAGE STORE\nWhere one may see on display many odd pieces\nof Brasses, Pottery, Furniture and Souvenirs.\nHours 10.30 till 6p. m. Saturdays 10 p. m.\nT. D. Cox\nStationery and News Shop\nCirculating Library\n68 Washington Place, N. Y.\nJUDSON TAILOR SHOP\n51 Washington Sq.\nAll kinds of tailoring work neatly done. Dry\ncleaning of Ladies' Suits, Gowns, Wraps, etc.,\na specialty.\n'Phone 5360 Spring\nmmmtammßmmtmmnmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsxaßmmmmmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmammmmmmmmmmmmm\nt\n'Phone Spring 3922\nTHE DUTCH OVEN\n135 MacDougal Street\nnear Washington Sq.\nOpen Air Dining Room\nHome Cooking\nLuncheon Tea Dinner"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c041", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c041", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[808]", "page_fin": "[808]", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.33", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[808]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 906, "texte": "Rare Books First Editions\nExtra Illustrated Books. Early Printed Books. Association Books. Books for Christmas Gifts.\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to select for themselves,\nor for those who have not access to the best book marts. Why not begin collecting now?\nAddress, E. V. Boston Transcript, Boston, Mass.\nFor Homes, Apartments or Rooms, See\nPEPE & BRO.\nREAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE\n40 So. Washington Squaxe\nTelephone 4119 Spring\nCor. of MacDougal Street\nBeing a book\nIN WHICH\nwe say just what we think. Published every month by Norman-Bel Geddes at 756 Swwid Avenue\nin Detroit, Michigan. It is a little book uniquely illustrated. Write for sample copy.\nI BUY BOOKS\nSingle volumes, small lots, and libraries; autograph letters of known literary men and\nartists, drawings, pictures and engravings. Address\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Care of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-06-24-01-c042", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01#c042", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-06-24_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[808]", "page_fin": "[808]", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.2.34", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[808]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 908, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1301, "texte": "There can be no pleasanter place to hear that remarkable\nEdison Record Number (82536) than\nTHE DIAMOND DISC SHOP\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmosphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been «wcri'firpd\non the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring you, with our compliments,\nan interesting little biography of Mr. Thos. A.\nPhone: Stuyvesant 4570 FA'mn"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET ON\nWASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents\nJune 24th, 1916\n\nPeace? Who will bring it?"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[790]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright by Guido Bruno, June 24th, 1916. Original matter,\ntnduding all drawing*, may not be reproduced without permission\nof Guido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit\nif given to author and Bruno's Weekly.\n\nOSCAR WILDE\nHIS LIFE AND CONFESSIONS\nBy FRANK HARRIS\n\nFrank Harris (Publisher)\n3 Washington Square, New York City-\nSir:—Enclosed please find $— , for which send to the\nundersigned copies of the autographed edition ( $20.00 per set) of Oscar\nWilde, by Frank Harris, and copies of the regular limited edition at\n$10.00 per set.\nName __\nAddress.\n\nCHARLES KEELER\nIN RECITALS OF HIS OWN POEMS\nTHE VICTORY—Songs of Triumph. Price, one dollar.\nELFIN SONGS OF SUNLAND. Third Edition. G. P. Putnam's Sons, 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 and unique programs are full of\ninterest and inspiration both in the text and delivery.\nIn New York and vicinity until June. Now booking dates for California Tour in June, July\nand August.\nFor terms and particulars and for copies of his books, address\nLAURENCE J. GOMME\nThe Little Bookshop Around the Corner\n2 EAST 29th STREET NEW YORK CITY"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[791]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 2\nJUNE 24th, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno.\n\nHubert Crackanthorpe\nI dreamed of an age grown strangely picturesque—of\nthe rich enfeebled by monotonous ease; of the shivering\npoor clamoring rightly for justice; of a helpless democracy,\nvast revolt of the ill-informed ; of priests striving to be\nrational; of sentimental moralists protecting iniquity; of\nmiddle-class princes; of sybaritic saints; of complacent and\npompous politicians; of doctors hurrying the degeneration\nof the race; of artists discarding possibilities for limita-\ntions; of pressmen befooling a pretentious public; of\ncritics refining upon the busman s methods; of inhabitants\nof Camberwell chattering of culture; of ladies of the\npavement aping the conventionality of Nonconformist\ncircles.\nAnd I dreamed of this great, dreamy London of ours;\nof her myriad fleeting moods; of the charm of her por-\ntentous provincialty; and I awoke all a-glad and\nhungering for life.\n\nLord Northcliffe — Napoleon of\nEnglish Newspaperdom\n\nTTHERE are certain unwritten laws and standards in\nEngland more or less laid down by the snobs of\nsociety which will help you to form an opinion about a\nman. One of them is: Observe closely where a man\nlives. Not how he lives, but just the address, that's the\nmain thing.\nLord Northcliffe, proprietor of \"The Times,\" selected\nfor his residence, St. James' Place; in the heart of the\nultra-fashionable part of the city, right among the palaces\nof the proudest of the Empire. Where Lord Ellesmere,\nin Bridgewater House locks up his valuable pictures, right\nnext to Stafford House, seat of the Duke of Sutherland,\nshaded by the Marlborough House, the palace of the\nPrince of Wales, only a few steps from the medieval St.\nJames Palace, once upon a time the residence of English\nkings; here, where one is tempted to say, he can keep an\neye from his own windows upon Buckingham Palace,\nhere lives Lord Northcliffe, the first Baron of the Isle\nof Thanet, who only a few years ago was a simple Mr.\nAlfred Charles William Harmsworth.\nHe is a strong, massively-built man, over the middle\nsize, with a firm, broad, clean-shaven face. His head is\nof the Cecil Rhodes' type. One of those despots who are\naccustomed to take, a typical company and state promoter.\nThe strong will of the man expressed by his prominent\ncheek bones; his eyes look sharply and coldly, his hair\nfalls disorderly over his forehead. He was about to give\nhis valet a few orders, he was saying good-bye to his\nSwedish physician, Dr. Sylvan, who gives him daily a\nmassage treatment and he ordered one of the waiting\nsecretaries to hand him the balance sheet of the previous\nday, showing the exact sales of all of his papers. He stops\nat \"The Daily Mirror.\" For some time its edition,\namounting to about 850,000 daily, shows a decrease of\n35,000 copies.\n\"What's wrong with my shop window ?\" he asks of\nthe secretary,—-in reality more of himself. The elegant\nyoung man, in his morning coat, his white waist and white\ndoesn't answer.\n\"Who is the sub-editor?\" The young man mentions\nthe name.\n\"In three days we have to again reach the old figure,\"\nremarks the chief very quietly. \"Yes, my lord,\" is the\nThe secretary picks up his big portfolio and dis-\nappears.\nThe next morning the placards in front of the news-\nstands announce in letters a yard high, a new sensation\nprinted in the\"Daily Mirror.\" The newsboys are calling\nout a new never-heard-of slogan into the world: \"The\nEnglish population will perish if it doesn't eat standard\nbread!\" or \"The fifty most beautiful English women\nwanted, big prizes!\" or \"Germany builds seven new\ndreadnoughts, what will England do?\" or \"Balfour has\nto go!\" And for a week now, standard bread or some\nother sensation will be the town talk, the one problem\nthe whole city seems to be anxious to solve. Everybody\nwishes to be informed. Everybody wishes to say some-\nthing. The circulation goes up again and next week there\nwill be a new sensation\nOne mustn't believe that Lord Northcliffe, \"the typical\nEnglishman\" (he was born forty-one years ago in county\nDublin, Ireland) measures up to an English ideal. On\nthe contrary, he is or at least he was until the outbreak\nof the war, the one best hated man in the country; and\na good many did not hestitate to say outright what they\nthought about him\nThe politicians fear him, the intellectuals despise him,\nartf avoids him, the radicals fight him, the independents\nshed their blood for him, all throw mud at him and—all\nbuy him.\nBut one would have to admire the gifts of this man,\nhis business instinct, his Napoleonic greed, his tremendous\nenergy; one would have to praise his talent as an organizer\nif he only would have among his many papers one fighting\nfor decency. But the man who started his journalistic\ncareer at the age of sixteen with a very modest article on\namateur photography in a periodical for young people\nand in an almost unbelievably short time monopolized\nEnglish newspaperdom, preaches daily almost everything\nbut everyday decency. His only prayer is: \"Lord give\nus our daily 'standard' bread to-day!\" or some other sen-\nsation.\nAnd if standard bread loses its attraction and men dis-\nregard his \"shop-windows,\" his make-up changes with\nsurprising alacrity, creating new more alluring attractions.\nHe takes a bunch of many-colored flags, emblems and\nheraldic animals—that'something for the children—he\nhires music bands and parades them through the city-\npeople gather quickly—and . . . the loud-sounding\nvoice of \"The Times,\" which Northcliffe calls \"the echo\nof the times,\" will proclaim excitedly this or that, and"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "792", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLord Northcliffe\n\nindicate clouds somewhere on the horizon; it will incite\nclass against class, people against people, warning, threat-\nening, clattering; and what his \"Times\" prophecies in\nthe morning will be quoted the same evening in his \"Even-\ning News\" and in his \"Observer\" and in his Paris edition.\nIt will be commented upon in next morning's edition of\nhis \"Daily Mail\" (London and Birmingham). It will\nbe illustrated in his \"Daily Mirror\" and reproduced in\nhis \"Leeds Mercury,\" in his Glasgow \"Herald,\" in his\nManchester \"Courier.\" Northcliffe becomes a world\ndanger. The machinery of his mamoth gramophone is\nenormous and his megaphones speak weekly to at least\nthirty millions. He is a tree which has the desire to\ngrow into Heaven.\nAlfred Charles Harmsworth started his first journal\nin school. He studied in Cambridge and they wanted\nto make him a lawyer. But at the age of seventeen he\nwas the editor of a newspaper with a salary of $4,000.\nAt twenty-two he risked his savings of about $25,000 on\na weekly called \"Answers.\" The orange yellow cover\nof this paper is well-known to everyone who ever walked\nwhere the union jack flies. It wasn't a new idea, this\npaper of his. Two other newspaper magnets, Sir George\nNewnes and Mr. Pearson had dearly paid for their ex-\nperiences. The orange yellow paper \"Answers,\" a rival\nof the poison green \"Tit-Bits,\" asks questions and give\nanswers. \"Which bug can move its wings the quickest?\"\nfor instance, or \"What kind of plumes are the most ex-\npensive?\" or \"Why is the inside of the skin of most wild\nanimals of white color?\" or \"How far would all numbers\nof weekly issues of Answers reach if laid out side by side?\"\n—a sort of an instruction which might lead to the stupify-\ning of people.\nAt the age of thirty, Harmsworth was seized by political\nambitions and he founded the\"Daily Mail.\" Gladstone\nhad done away with the newspaper excise stamp, made\nthe penny paper possible. Harmsworth reduced the price\nto a half-a-penny. A bomb couldn't have created more\nexcitement in Fleet Street. The street of adventures, as\nit is often called by English journalists, was in an uproar.\nA hundred newspapers were in danger of collapsing.—\nThe liberal \"Daily News\" and\"The Daily Chronicle\"\nhad to immediately follow the daring example. Later\non came a few more. The half-penny paper found im-\nmense circles and willing buyers. And finally even the\nprogeny of the family Walter, who had been the rulers\nof the \"Times\" since the eighteenth century, had to\ndescend from their pedestal and to sell their paper cheaper.\nThe great city paper fell and landed ultimately at the\nlevel of the penny paper. \"The Daily Mail\" which it\nhad been predicted would be quickly ruined, conquered\nthe field under Sir Alfred's managership. English news-\npaper printing in its entirety was revolutionized.\nHarmsworth had been received in the meantime re-\npeatedly by King Edward. Political megalomania got\nhold of him. His conqueror's hand grasped at \"The\nTimes.\" Everything seemed in his favor. Moberlie Bell,\nmanaging editor of \"The Times,\" previously its corre-\nspondent in Egypt, who had prepared the subjection of\nthis country journalistically, with Lord Northcliffe, under-\nstood each other very well. The deal was perfected and\nthe lord of Carmelite House had once again his sensation.\nThe sensation without which he cannot live. He in-\nvented the sensational newspaper and he curtailed the\ncirculation of the worthy one. The English newspaper\nhad been previously written by gentlemen for gentlemen;\nbut Lord Salisbury already had remarked about North-\ncliffe's newspapers, that they had been written by errand\nboys. To take vengeance for this remark, Harmsworth\nhad Salisbury's nephew make him Lord Northcliffe.\nNorthcliffe was inclined to favor free-trade. One day\nhe heard Chamberlain and witnessed the tremendous sen-\nsation this statesman created among the many thousand\nof his listeners. Next morning all the papers owned by\nNorthcliffe came out strongly for the protective tariff.\nThe hysterical actions of the suffragettes had started to\ncreate a sensation. So Northcliffe founded a daily paper\nfor women. It didn't sell and therefore he transformed\nthe political paper for women into a kind of illustrated\nhome magazine \"The Daily Mirror.\" The part this\nman of the daily, almost hourly, sensation played during\nthe South African war is well known. That he hollowed\nfor war against Russia at the time of the Doggerbank\naffair, is on record in his papers and that he welcomed\nthe war against Germany, the evidence is there daily.\nHe loves war because it is a sensation; because it increases\ncirculation. There is no mystery about Lord Northcliffe\nand principles do not bother him very much. To-day\nhe makes statements and to-morrow he will publish sus-"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "793", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npicions, accusations and even denouncements against him-\nself.\nHe knows that there is nothing more successful than\nsuccess and that people have a short memory. This is\nhis whole philosophy. His dream is a world-wide news-\npaper trust; Rockefeller and the Standard Oil are his\nideals. Recently he has arranged a news exchange with\n\"Le Matin\" and he has extended his influence to the\n\"Novoe Vremja.\" Once upon a time he was as wild an\nadversary of Russia or of France as he is to-day of Ger-\nmany.\nThey call him the Napoleon of his trade. He's rather\na dancing dervish who is turning and turning and turning,\nyelling wildly . . exciting the curiosity of the masses.\nThe shrine where he worships—Carmelite House—is a\nvery peculiar mosque. They preach the religion of un-\nscrupulousness. Their god's name is Jingo. And Lord\nNorthcliffe is his prophet.\n(Sil-vara, the special correspondent of the N. F. Presse\n(Vienna) had an interview with Lord Northcliffe two\ndays before the outbreak of the war, in July, 1914, and\nthese are a few of his impressions as gathered from the\npages of his paper. G. B.)\n\nThe Fort on Blackwell's Island\nD EFORE the days of steamboats, and in that period of\nour history when the leading citizens of New York\nresided in and about Washington Square, there plied\nbetween what is now Long Island City and Lower Man-\nhattan, an ancient and weather-beaten ferry-boat.\nantiquated barge never left its rude mooring unless sig-\nnalled from the opposite shore and then only with the\ngreatest dignity and precision, so that the travellers on\nthe opposite bank would often raise the flag that sum-\nmoned the craft and then compose themselves for a nap.\nThe Captaiii of this vessel looked as old and time-worn\nas his charge, and it was said, even in those days that\nhe could not compute the age of his ship since it had been\nhanded down as a legacy from time immemorial. At the\ntime of which I write, many wealthy merchants had built\nfor themselves those stately old mansions across the river\non the shores of Long Island where their families were\nwont to pass the summers, and thus the old Captain did\na thriving business during that part of the year. Black-\nwell's Island also afforded a quiet retreat away from the\nbustle of the little city, and here we might picture happy\nchildren playing upon its shining sands or romping through\nits tranquil woods in search of berries. Picnics found an\nideal spot for their festivities on its lovely shores and\nmany a gay party had the old Captain landed there from\nhis old vessel.\nOne bright morning as he sailed over to the Long\nIsland shore he noticed a small skiff drawn up on the\nmarsh grass that covered the extreme/ northern end of\nthe Island, and he could make out the figure of a man\nengaged in building a rude shelter far out on the point.\nDays and weeks passed by and at length a tiny house rose\nfrom the marsh while the figure toiled on and on, making\nthat exposed spot suitable for human habitation. The\nhouse or hut was finished and the old Captain wondered\nwhat would next occupy the mind of the solitary stranger.\nHe longed to obtain a closer view of this lonely hermit\nand one day sailed close in by the point where the figure\ntoiled from morn 'till night. There stood an old man\nwhose long white hair was swept by every breeze, and\nwhose tottering form He had seen silently and ceaselessly\nemployed on that tide-swept point. The following week\nthe astonished Captain beheld the lonely visitor digging\ninto the mud about his house and piling up great banks\nbehind the trenches he had thus made. Months passed\nby when at length the sloping walls of a rude mud fort\nbegan to take shape on the point. It was slow work and\nthough he toiled early and late, the rising tides often swept\naway in a few hours the industrious labors of a week.\nYet 'he persisted with a spirit that no hardship could\novercome and no obstacle discourage. Indeed the pranks\nplayed upon him by the wind and tide served but to\nredouble his energy and perseverance.\nA year sped away and people gazed in wonder on the\nwalls of a tolerable fort constructed with mud and rushes\nwhich the old man had built. At the end of three years\nhis mud covered battlements looked out upon the river\nwith an imposing air as if they dared the haughty invader\nto try their mettle. Still the old man toiled, adding here\na wall, there a redout, and at last fixed in those frowning\nwalls a number of pieces of stove-pipe so that the whole\nstructure assumed the bristling appearance of a redoubt-\nable stronghold. The fort on Blackwell's Island had now\nbecome well-known among the river men and the Captains\nof the larger ships that sailed up the Sound began to fire\noff salutes and dip their colors as they passed the mud\ncastle on the point. This evidently gave great pleasure\nto the old man for he would always shows himself on his\nbattlements and doff his hat with the air of an Admiral\nto the masters of the passing vessels. At last he raised\nup a flag pole within his castle and then it was indeed\ncomical to see the colors faithfully dipped whenever a\nship honored him with a salute. There is a tale told to\nthis day among the old river men of how a British Man\nof War mistook this mud fort for an actual harbour\ndefense and fired off a great salute upon passing it, and\nhow the old commander appeared and doffed his cap\nmany times and dipped his colors gallantly to the great\namusement of the river men along the shore.\nThe old fort went to rack and ruin many years ago\nwith its old commander and builder. Wind and tide\nsoon laid it waste, and even its builder is forgotten; yet\nthere might be some old cronies who are passing their\nlast days at Sailors Snug Harbour who could tell you as\nthey have me, of the old Fort on Blackwell's Island.\n\nMen Needed!\nBy Arkadij Awertchenko\n\nAdalja Tichonowna, the daughter of a well-known and\nrich merchant, was seated in the office of Madame Fjokla,\nmatrimonial agent in Moscow.\n\"And if you don't like this one, well, take another one,\"\nsaid Fjokla, \"as if there weren't plenty of men in Moscow.\nHere you have Krutilow Jegor Ywanitsch, a fine man.\nHe is a member of the Secret Service. All men on my"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "794", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nlist have brilliant positions. He knows how to show his\nfist. And he has some fist! A fine man I tell you!\"\n\"Oh, no, no . . . they say that the secret service\nmen whip their prisoners . . . maybe he would be\nbrutal to me, too.\"\n\"But, dearest, what do you want. . . . That's how\nmen are. He surely won't beat you every day. There\nwill be days he won't even touch you, but if you don't\nwant him, we shall look for another one. For instance,\nI can't think of a better one than Vassili Wassiljenitch.\"\n\"Is he an officer?\"\n\"No, he is in the administration. But why do you pull\na face?\"\n\"In the administration! Then he must be a grafter!\"\n\"That is a part of his profession!\"\n\"And if he comes to our house in order to get ac-\nquainted, he may perhaps take something along with him.\"\n\"But surely, that might happen only as long as you are\nnot married to him. Afterwards he will carry things into\nthe house only. Anyhow, if he should come, we can lock\nup all valuables and not use silver spoons at tea-time.\"\n\"They have sharp eyes, alright, and if he should happen\nto get hold of something, what does it matter? Isn't\nhe the betrothed?\"\n\"And how much salary does he get?\"\n\"His salary is good: 47 roubles and 52 kopecks.\"\n\"But on that salary, we shall starve!\"\n\"You are so foolish, dearest. Only yesterday, he told\nme: 'Fjokla, get me a wife who can talk French and\nGerman. . . . I'll take her every year for a trip\nto foreign countries!' \"\n\"Is he rich?\"\n\"I told you he has a monthly salary of 47 roubles.\"\n\"You are talking nonsense. Whom else have you?\"\n\"There is Tschitschikow. He works in the custom\nHouse. He surely isn't a thief. Every day he brings\nhome a package with nice soap or fine material for a suit\nor for underwear- 'My wife,' he said, once to me, 'must\nwear silks and velvets.' He is a grand man.\"\n\"He must have a private income.\"\n\"His salary amounts to 37 roubles, 82 kopecks. In\naddition, he gets 2 roubles, 11 kopecks for the main-\ntenance of his quarters. He really is a wonderful man!\nThere is just one thing I have against him. He is keeping\na Frenchwoman and plays cards rather heavily.\"\n\"But what is he doing this with?\"\n\"Why, didn't I tell you that he has 37 roubles and\n82 kopecks monthly and that he receives in addition to\nthis, a compensation for the maintenance of his quarters.\"\n\"Well, I don't understand that. Whom else do you\nhave?\"\n\"Of course, if you don't like Tschitschikov, take Winti-\nkow. He is an employee of the city railway . He is a\ngrand man, but I want to warn you that he is a grafter,\nnot only once in a while, but every day our dear Lord\ngives us. I heard rumors yesterday, that he is included\nin an indictment of railway officials.\"\n\"You fool, why do you offer me men who are mixed\nup in criminal proceedings?\"\n\"But, sweetheart, so it is nowadays. Every young man\nwho would be a nice fellow to marry, is either under\nindictment or locked up already.\"\n\"And how about those mentioned previously?\"\n\"These, too, are either locked up or under indictment.\nKrutilow's case is set down for next week. Tschitschikov\nwill be tried early in the fall calendar, and Wintikoff,\nimmediately. But Amposhejev! Immeditaely after his\n-time is up, he will be ready to get married and he is some\ngrand man.\"\n\"I really would like to know why you waste all this\ntime telling me about men who are grafters. Haven't\nyou got one on your list who is a decent chap ? Or aren't\nthere any at all?\"\n\"Of course, there are; plenty of them, honey. There\nis the student Ivanoff and the lawyer, Petroff and the\neditor, Wassiljeff-—all of them fine, reliable people.\"\n\"Well, then, why not speak about these men?\"\n\"Yes, but you know . . . .\"\n\"Well ....?\"\n\"They are locked up, too.\"\n\nTranslated by Guido Bruno\n\nO. Henry's Wit\nHarry M. East, Jr.\nAN editorial writer on a Philadelphia evening paper\nrelated an anecdote on O. Henry, to me, which I\nthink has not been told before.\nA certain editor in New York, ordered a story from\nO. Henry, and he promised to have it written on a certain\ndate. However, when the time arrived, the story didn't.\nThe editor waited. No story. He became impatient, and\nwrote to O. Henry, who promised to have the story ready\nsoon. Finally the editor received the story, and he sent\na note with a boy to O. Henry: \"Hereafter, if you don't\n\"keep your word, I will kick you out of my office the next\ntime you enter. And I keep my promise!\"\nTo which O. Henry replied: \"So would lif I used\nmy feet!\"\n\nMusic\nPeter Altenberg (Vienna)\nTHE little girl was practicing the piano.\nShe was twelve years old and had wonderful soft\neyes.\nHe walked quietly up and down the room—up and\ndown. He stood still—and listened and was strangely\nmoved.\nThere were a couple of wonderful bars- which kept\non coming back.\nAnd the little girl brought out of them all that was in\nthem.\nAs though a child had suddenly become grown-up.\n\"What is that you are playing?\" said the man. . . .!\n4'Why do you ask? That is my Albert study—Bertini\nNo. 18; when I play it I can't help thinking of you.\"\n\"Why . . .?\" \"I don't know, it just is so.\"\nAs though a child had suddenly become a woman!\nThe little girl went on practising. Bertini No. 19,\nBertini No. 20. Bertini No. 21, 22, 23 . . . but the\nsoul did not come back again."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "795", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWhat Can You Do?\nAlfred Kreymborg\nIT'S absurd, I know,\nto be so happy.\nStill worse, I know,\nto be a fool:\nAnd worst, I know,\nto have no reason:\nTo be so happy,\nwithout a sou.\nCome search my pockets,\nand you can't find one.\nStill worse, my home;\nyou'll find me poor.\nAnd worst, my credit:\nyou'll find me pauper.\nTo be so happy,\nwithout a sou?\nTobacco's gone,\nbut I am happy.\nThe next meal, where?\nI'm happier still:\nabsurd, I know:\n(but what can you do ?)\nthat I'm so happy,\nwithout a sou.\n\nThe Corner Table at Jerry's\nTom Sleeper.\nDID\nyou see that young man who passed, cheered by\nthe crowd ? That is my son.\nHis mother left us when he was four. I have never\nheard of her since. She liked fine clothes, comforts, little\ndelicacies . . . perhaps she got them.\nMy job didn't pay well. The work was hard and the\nhours long. Somehow I couldn't get ahead. Perhaps I\nread too much. All that I made, after she left us, went\nfor the Boy- He was like his mother; he liked fine things,\nand I was too proud of him to say no. He got his school-\ning. I sold my books for that and worked a bit overtime.\nIt was hard, though, and I wasn't exactly well.\nThen the Boy got into politics and the people seemed\nto like his speeches.\nBut he needed money, money, money, and I wanted him\nto have it; so I got him some.\nThey sent me up for it—five years.\nWhen I got out nobody wanted a jail bird. Even the\nBoy couldn't recognizemmit—it would have hurt his career\n—I understood- But it's been hard for me not to jump\nup, when the crowd's cheering him and everybody's shout-\ning his name and say: \"He's mine, he's my son!\"\nSo I sit here, day after day, drinking and coughing,\nwaiting for the papers, to read about the Boy. Leroy, the\nbarkeep, gives me my food for running errands and doing\nodd jobs. I guess I wasn't intended to be much else any-\nway.\n- Once the Boy came in here with some friends. My\nheart pumped. I wanted to claim him then, but he looked\nat me and I knew I couldn't. I heard them talking and\nlaughing about me. On the way out he flipped me a quar-\nter. \"Tommy, get a good drink while you're about it,\"\nhe said. I have the quarter yet—see? I understood.\nDrinks, Jerry! I won't last much longer anyway, and\nthe Boy's doing wonders, isn't he?\nLet's see the paper.\nTust like his mother in most respects. God bless them\nboth! ,\n\nIn the Court of Domestic Relations in\nthe Year of our Lord 2,000.\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Defendant, you are accused of\nhaving abused your wife, because she refused to buy you\na new hat.\"\nDEFENDANT: \"My wife told me before we married,\nthat she had a monthly income of $400. It proved to\nbe untrue. At the time we married, I gave her all my\nsavings to the amount of one thousand dollars and I had\na wonderful trousseau. I had sewed and embroidered\nit all myself. I have regretted it all these years that I\ndidn't remain a servant.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Why didn't you remain a\nservant?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"The mistress of the house teased me\nconstantly and I became the prey of her daughter, the\nlawyer.\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Therefore, you married?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Yes, my present wife seduced me\nand in order to save my honor and my good name, I had\nto marry her.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Have you any children?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Yes, I have two and my wife has\nfour.\"\nWOMAN JUDGE: \"Why don't you apply for a\ndivorce?\"\nDEFENDANT: \"But how shall I get a living?\"\n.■ WOMAN JUDGE: \"Your wife will have to pay you\na monthly alimony until your daughters are of age and\nable to take care of you.\"\nDEFENDANT: \"Under these circumstances I wish\nto be divorced.\"\n(Divorce proceedings are immediately instituted.)\n\nAsphalt\nTom Sleeper.\nDOOR tinsel puppets of an asphalt world\n* Whose brains about your stomach's rim lie curled\nWhat can you know of mysteries that lie\nBeneath the stars.\nYou with your gossip and your brawling cabaret\nYour wine lists, and your fear of what \"they say\"\nWhat can you know of the deep hush that comes\nWith summer nights.\nProuting like peacocks, puffed with self-esteem\nYou'll strut and mince a little hour or two\nThen like the dust of puff balls disappear\nFrom whence you came."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "796", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWithin the Gates by No. 5153\n\nCourse the federal prisons differ materially from\nthe state penal institutions in the personnel of the\ninmates, as the government at Washington picks and\nchooses among our inhabitants for delegates to its three\nsanitariums for derelicts.\nSafely housed and free from 'deleterious outside in-\nfluences at its Atlanta institution are ex-pastmasters who\nhave failed to have the requisite amount of cost on hand\nwhen the inspector dropped in; national bank clerks and\nofficers who had been going the pace and failed to success-\nfully fix up their books to cover their abnormal expendi-\ntures ; then there are those wards of the nation from Indian\nreservations who have not behaved just right. These\nare mixed in with a lot of post-office yeggman, mutineers\nfrom the high seas, offenders against various federal laws,\nfinanciers of the \"high\" variety who have used the mails\nin the pursuit of their prey and others who have vainly\ntried to live by skill instead of labor.\nBut they are a reasonably happy crew in spite of ardent\ndesires in every heart to have that day arrive when they\nwill be permitted to go out into the big world and try\nagain. They live together in their unchosen fellowship\nin a higher state of peace and good will than would an\nequal number on the outside chosen at random.\nAmong the men at Atlanta are some able writers of\nboth prose and poetry and several men who are clever\nwith brush and pen. Among these latter is one who\ngraduated from banking circles to take a post-graduate\ncourse in that \"college of another chance.\" He is not a\ngenius, but he is clever with pen and pencil as a few\nexamples will indicate. He is one of those self-taught\nchaps and shows the need of instruction, but he has\nthe right spirit and is a keen observer.\n\"The letter from home\" brings a flood of regret and\nhopeful resolutions. And he has plenty of time to ground\nthem deeply as he lies night after night on his hard bunk.\nBut \"music hath charms\" to soothe even the hearts of\nimprisoned men and they get much joy and comfort from\nit during the evening music hour and when they are on\n\nMusicians\n\nForty Years in Prison\n\nSweet Repose"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "797", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nLetter from Home\n\nthe grounds on pleasant Saturdays and Sundays. \"Sleep,\nsweet sleep\"—\"that knits the ravelled sleeve of care,\"\nbrings temporary oblivion and surcease from sorrow. The\nall-pervading topic of conversation, if a one-sided\nharrangue can be called conversation, is \"my case\" with\nall its ifs and ands, its pros and cons, its rights and\nwrongs.\nAnd how it is pushed at the poor chap who is in a\ncorner and can't escape. But there are many weary\nhours when there is \"nothing to do but think\" and the\nmen sit about and eat their hearts out. Then they grow\nthin and peaked, have no appetite and—go to the hospital.\nThen one encounters the old crooks who have been at\nit a life-time. 4'The old counterfeiter\" after forty years\nin prison, off and on, mostly on, has finally decided that\nthe game is not worth the candle.\nAnd the last scene of all, the prison\nburying ground, outside the big wall, reservation,\nwhence are carried those who receive a pardon from\nthat higher tribunal and from whom there is no appeal."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "798", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Genius of China\n\nrT' HE little exhibition, at present gathered in the Metro-\n* politan Museum, and consisting of early Chinese\nsculpture and pottery, supplemented by a few Korean\nthings, is one which nobody in New York, caring seriously\nfor art, should fail to go and see. In the main, the exhibits\nare artistically arranged, though some of them would have\nbeen seen to greater advantage, certainly, had they been\ngiven more carefully chosen backgrounds; while the cata-\nlogue is worth buying and worth keeping, not by reason\nof the very erudite nature of its contents, but by reason\nof its quite singularly tasteful appearance. Moreover, as\nMr. Charles Ricketts observes, in his valuable Pages on\nArt, \"Too much is known of Japan, too little of China.\"\nAnd it is not the case that many of those endless people,\ncaring deeply for the woodcuts, the kakemonos, the faience\nof Japan, are prone to forget that Japanese art is but the\ndescendant of Chinese? Not till about the 13th century,\nA. D., did the Japanese begin to achieve mtich excellence,\nwhereas the -Chinese were active before the dawn of the\nChristian era; and how rare an artistry was often theirs,\nin that remote day, how deeply they loved beauty even\nthen, is testified abundantly by the present exhibition.\nFather and Son\nIn some ways, too, China, the father, is greater* than\nJapan, the son; and the difference between them might\nbe compared, perhaps, to the difference between Flanders\nand France. Owing a great deal throughout the middle\nages to Flanders, France has wrought frequently, since\nthen, with an elegance and charm denied to the Flemish\nschool. But, if the latter has never produced a sculptor\nlike Clodion, an ebeniste like Cressent, a painter like\nFrancois Boucher, neither has France brought forth any\nartist so majestic as Van der Goes, Rubens or Van Dyke.\nAnd, in the same way, China has never yielded so dainty\nand graceful a master as Utamaro, there being neverthe-\nless, in the best of old Chinese work, a lofty grandeur\napparently beyond the alchemy of the Japanese, Hokusai\nhimself not excepted. Besides, the finest Chinese work\nis more spiritual than the Japanese: it has, in larger degree\nthan the latter, that sense of mystery, that air of remote-\nness, which are among the prime insignia of the noblest\nart. What, then, is to be learnt from this grand Chinese\nschool? Where lies the importance, for American artists\nto-day, in this temporary gathering at the Metropolitan\nMuseum?\nThe Cult of Simplicity\nWhoso would paint a great picture must become as a\nlittle child. Thus, if not exactly in these words, said\nPaul Ganguin on leaving France for Tahiti, there to\ncarry the quest for the simple to the ultima thule, espous-\ning, to the best of his ability, the life of the primitive\npeople round about him. And ever since he took this\nstep, quixotic, possibly, by no means resulting, however,\nfrom mere desire for notoriety—simplicity has been a\npositive motto among the generality of aspirational young\npainters and sculptors, alike in Europe and America.\nWell, those who are inspired by this cult will find, in the\nChinese exhibition, a plenitude, of things well worth ac-\ncepting as an exemplar; and these words hold good, not\njust of the sculpture, but of the faience. For the pristine\nMongolian potters knew little or nothing of the rich,\nintricate harmonies wherewith, in the minds of most\npeople, Chinese art is mainly associated; and often they\ncompassed beauty, just by their wonderful skill in con-\nceiving and moulding a fine shape, the actual material they\nused, being frequently monocromatic. Sometimes this\nmaterial is destitute of intrinsic charm, but at other times\nthe single colour employed is no less wonderful than the\nshape, its choice reflects no less masterly an aestheticism;\nand this pink, these varying shades of iris—do they not\ncompete more with flowers than with anything made by\nthe hand of man? Or look at these vases, which belong\nto a rather later period, hence having on them slight floral\ndecorations; and observe with what infallible tact, in\nnearly every case, the little spray has been placed on its\nrepoussoir. Here, indeed, is ideal designing: a lesson in\nthe craft of composition, that craft which is the most\ndifficult of all those which the artist must master.\nSculpture\nAnd turning from the faience to the statuary, there\nare found, in numerous works, passages of the utmost\nincisiveness, the artist expressing some given thing in what\nis seemingly the briefest possible manner, as witness notably\nthis little statue of Narayuin. He is a deity, regarded by\nthe Chinese as the protector of Buddha; and he is repre-\nsented, accordingly, as a man of vast physical strength.\nBut whether himself a devout Buddhist or not, the sculp-\ntor in this instance has stated, clearly, his contempt for\nbrute force and lack of intelligence, stating this with but\na few, significant touches, trenchant and economical as\na drawing by Goya, a phrase by Thackeray or Fielding.\nOther sculptors, whose subject is Kuan Yin, the Chinese\ndeity of compassion, show themselves equally fearless as\nregards criticising, the natural assumption being that a\nmodel was used; and studying various effigies of this\ngoddess, it transpires that the stone was originally glorified\nby diverse hues Like everything else which is waning\neverything suggesting vanished splendour, these faint\nvestiges of colour are a little pathetic; yet in a sense they\nreflect further and great credit on the old Chinese masters,\nfor how beautifully their works are ageing!\nArt, Not Egotism\nIs it possible that these bygone Chinese masters, realizing\nthat time would alter the guise of their handicraft, worked\never with that fact in mind, seeking to create what would\nlook as lovely when old as when new? That is a question\nwhich will never be answered, in likelihood; and yet there\nis one matter, concerning these artists of the remote past,\nwhich admits of no hypothesis, for the whole nature of\ntheir work indicates clearly that they all loved beauty\npassionately for its own sake. To-day, more than in any\nother age, what is called individuality is constantly and\nnoisily praised by painters and sculptors; and many, in\ntheir longing to be original, are apt to produce instead\nthe aggressive; they are inclined to forget that what is\nnot before all else reposeful, and essentially decorative,\nis no work of art, however personal and novel a manner\nit enshrines. Now, in the old Chinese work, there is any-\nthing but a lack of individuality, on the part of the dif-\nferent artists. But each seems to have achieved this quite\nunconsciously, seems to have taken no thought for it, on\nthe contrary setting himself a technical criterion of the\nhighest order, eternally striving after it with love and\nreverence. And hence, salient if not paramount among\nthe things the Chinese exhibition emphasizes, is that no"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "799", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nman can be an artist without thinking far more about\nbeauty, than about uttering his personal vision.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch.\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner.\nBeauty also is to prove how one may get along without\nbrains.\nBragging about what you have had and lost is poor\nammunition to help you bag what you lack and need.\nWhen the doctors disagree, the patient better agrees\nto take the pills of the doctor with whom he best agrees.\nMany of life's comedies are but aborted tragedies, and\naltogether too many of its tragedies, just comedies that\nran away with their authors.\nWhat we don't know about Shakespeare, makes it so\nmuch easier for us to believe all we'd like to believe there\nis to know, especially if we believe it would discredit some\nof the things we seem to be compelled to believe about\nShakespeare.\nA little of a whole lot of things is more than a whole\nlot enough of too many things.\n\nThe Five Sister Pansies\nHubert Crackanthorpe\n*T HESE are their names—Carlotta, Lubella, Belinda,\nAminta, Clarissa. By the old bowling-green they\nstand, a little pompously perhaps, with a slight superfluity\nof dignity, conscious of their own full, comely contours—•\na courtly group of rotund dames. Heavy Carlotta, the\neldest, lover of blatant luxury, overblown, middle-aged,\nin her gown of rich magenta, all embroidered with tawdry\ngilt; Lubella, wearing portly velvet of dark purple, sensual,\nindolent, insolent as an empress of old, gleaming her thin,\nyellow eye; insignificant Belinda, bedecked in silly sen-\ntimental mauvre, all for dallying with the facile gossip\nof gallanterie, gushing, giggling, gullible; unsophisticated\nAminta, with tresses of flaming gold, amiable and obvious\nas a common stage heroine; and Clarissa, the youngest,\nslyly smirking the while, above her frock of milk-white\ninnocence.\n\nReveries\nFrom the Swedish of Fred Fleuron, by Guido Bruno\nBird and Man\nA LITTLE robin took quarters in a hedge on the out-\nskirts of the park, right next to the sidewalk.\nThat's what I call confidence.\nThe bush is open on all sides and is half naked yet,—\nonly the skeleton of the green parasol to be.\nFrom far away his nest can be distinctly seen; the hemi-\nsphere of straw, pressed into the fork branches, shines in\nthe sun and tells how new it is.\njf Passerby, I look at it:\nYes, the bird is in there. He puts his head under his\nwing and makes himself as small as he can—-he is\nafraid. ....\n\"No, he passed by! He surely did not see me!\"\nWhat a heart-refreshing confidence! . . , . confi-\ndence in the thorns of the bush that shelters him, . . .\nin Mother Nature, who, in not less than a week, will have\nready for him the green hiding place.\nIn humanity?\nNever!\nSic Transit Gloria Mundi\nKJ OT much was left of the old oak.\nEverything: the branches of its crown and twigs\n—even the bark—was gone, and left was only the trunk\nwith its stumps of branches, naked and uncanny, staring\nhigh up into the air,—a testimony to the heavens that the\nyoung forest had stolen the life of the oak.\nBut once, a long time ago. . . .\nYes, long ago the oak was reaching after passing clouds.\nRavens built their nests in its broad crown and thousands\nof plants and smaller vegetation grew out from between\nits roots. Generation after generation played at the feet\nof the oak, cut hearts .and initials in its hardened bark and\nmet under its sheltering green roof to declare love and\nexchange sweet secrets. . . . And, to-day,* not even\na sparrow would take a short rest on the dried, dead trunk.\nThat's what they call in the forest: forgotten.\n\nPink Cheeks\n\nIN Xenophon's Oikonomikos, Socrates listens to a model\n* farmer who claims to have cured his young wife of\nher habit of using paints.\n\"Once I came home,\" he says. \"My wife's face was\ncovered with red and white paint; her feet clad in shoes\nwith high heels, and I said to her: 'My dear wife, do\nyou think it would be more easy and pleasant to live with\nme if I would show you my possessions just as they are\nor if I would tell you stories—if I should tell you I own\nmore than I really do; if I should give you counterfeit\nmoney or gold-plaited necklaces instead of solid gold ones\nand imitation purple for genuine?' 'Don't say such\nawful things,\" she exclaimed. 'It would be terrible if you\nwere such a man. I couldn't love you with all my heart.'\n'Well,\" said I, 'but didn't we form a unity not only in\nthe way of worldly possessions but also of our bodies?'\n'Yes,' she said, 'that's what we did.' \"\n\" 'Now when do you think I would be a better husband\nto you? When I do all in my power to keep myself\nphysically healthy and strong, preserve for myself the rosy\ncheeks of health or when I appear before you with rouge\non my face and black under my eyes so that you would\nhave an unreal man at your side, would see and come\nin contact with rouge instead of my own skin?\"\n\" 'I would not prefer to come in contact with rouge\ninstead of your own skin,' she said, 'and the black under\nyour eyes would frighten me.' \"\n\"Now my dear wife, you shall know also that red and\nwhite paint on your cheeks does not please me more than\nyour own color. Just as the Gods provided that horses\nshould prefer horses to everything in the world, cattle\nthe cattle, sheep the sheep, in the same way the unfalsified\nhuman body is most pleasing to the human being. Paint\non the cheeks, when seen from a distance, might deceive,\nbut when two people are living together constantly and\nnotwithstanding this fact are trying to deceive one another,\nunder these circumstances, discovery cannot be avoided.\nBe it in the morning before they arise or before they have\nan opportunity to paint or when perspiration does its"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "800", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ndamaging work on a hot day or tears are betrayers or the\nrain sent from heaven washes away the self-inflicted\nbeauty.\" #\n\"By the God,\" said I, \"what did she answer to this?\n\"Oh,\" said he, \"her answer was—she never again\nused artificial means to look beautiful, but always tried\nto appear nicely as she was. But she asked me to advise\nher what to do to look pretty without the aid of powder\nand paint. And then I advised her not to sit always in\none chair like a slave tied to his work but that she should\ntry to move about freely like the Gods, to take a seat\noccasionally at the loom, teach the hired girl the weaving\nshe knew better and to learn from the girl that which she\nwas more skilled in doing than her mistress. I told her\nto look after the servants in the kitchen, after the house-\nkeeper when she was distributing rations to the servants\nand go through the entire house to see that everything\nwas where it should be. This, I thought, would provide\nher witlf a walk every day. And if she did as I said,\nI told her, she would have a better appetite, she would\nremain healthy, grow to be more healthy day by day and\nin fact the color of her cheeks would grow prettier and\nprettier.\n\"And that's what she's doing now, Socrates! My wife\nis doing as I advised her, her cheeks are pretty and pink\nand she would never think of using paint again.\"\n\nTranslated by Guido Bruno.\n\nIf I Were Kaiser\nIN an old issue of the famous German weekly \"Jug end,\"\nof 1905, I found a series of short articles written by\nten-year-old boys expressing what they would do if they\nshould suddenly become, by some miracle, the German\nEmperor. The teacher of a lower class of a gymnasium\nhad chosen this subject for exercises, selected the worthiest\nefforts of his pupils and sent them to the editor of the\nffJugend \" \"Every boy had to finish his theme in three-\nquarters of an hour,\" he writes in the accompanying let-\nter. \"It is evident that most of the children have a won-\nderful talent . . • for ruling\"\nI.\nLater on I would like them to elect me emperor of\nGermany. I would travel to Africa. There I would kill\nall Herreros. After the war we would come back to our\nown home. I would have had caught five hundred Her-\nreros alive. These I would bring with me as slaves.\nThey would have to do all the work for the princes. If\nthey should refuse to work they would get the whip.\nThey would have to work in the fields and then they\nwould have to clean the house.\nII.\nOne day I had to run an errand for my mother. Right\nin front of the bakery I wanted to take the money from\nmy pocket but the money wasn't there any more. Soon\nI went back home to my mother. My mother gave me a\nlicking. Shortly afterwards someone knocked on the\ndoor and it opened by itself. The Kaiser entered and\nsaid: \"Why do you beat your child?\" She said, \"because\nit lost my ten marks.\" \"Because you have beaten your\nchild I shall take it with me.\" And when they arrived\nat the castle, the Kaiser said to his servants: \"Give this\nchild beautiful clothes because it is mine now-\" He be-\ncame Crown Prince. The father died and he became\nKaiser. He was crowned and the princes swore alleg-\niance to him. They celebrated for three days. After the\ncelebration was all over he went home. Everybody went\nhome. Everybody went with him. His mother he or-\ndered hung in the market place.\nIII.\nIf I should become Kaiser I should have to be a captain\nat first, and have to know how to march well. And if I\nam Kaiser, I shall get five or six armies of soliders. All\nsoldiers have to salute me and have to obey me. If a\nlittle war breaks out I don't go in the war. If a big war\nbreaks out I go. The big battle will last three years.\nAfter it has lasted one year, the medical troops come into\ncall for the sick. Afterwards the battle starts anew.\nThe war lasts two more years. During this battle still\nmore soldiers were wounded and the medical corps couldn't\ncarry them all out. During the last battle only twenty\nsoldiers and one captain were wounded and the surgeons\nfound it easy to attend to all of them.\nIV.\nIf I were Kaiser, I would go to the poor house and\nhand out money to the poor. They would be glad and I\nwould go to my palace in my own room and drink a glass\nof wine. Fd build for the poor a big house. They could\nlive there without paying rent. Their beds would have\nto be made. And Fd give them again a thaler and finally\nthey would be so rich that they could live alone by them-\nselves. And then Fd go to the orphan asylum and they\nwould all thank me. And then I would drive out to my\nmonuments. All people would salute me. And I would\nthank them. Women would wave their handkerchiefs.\nThe men would take off their hats and the boys would\nscream, Hurrah! Hurrah! and I would throw money\nto 'them. And then I would look at my soldiers. The\nmusic would play. I would have a crown upon my head\nand my horse would have a big wreath around its neck.\nV.\nWhat I would do if I were Kaiser? I would be very\nglad. I would have a lot of soldiers and I would have a\nbig ship. Mostly I would be travelling in order to know\nmy country. I would create new order wherever there\nmight be disorder. The whole people would have to obey\nme- But I would make them love me. I would give\nthem a lot of money so that they could buy food. Sun-\ndays I would go to church to pray. Then I would return\nto my palace and ask my servant if dinner was ready. I\nwould go in the dining room and eat. In the afternoon\nI would go out driving. In the evening I would eat\nagain. All at once a messenger would come and tell me\nthat the Chinese were revolting. Therefore I left my\nmeal, took a lot of soldiers and went against the Chinese.\nWe were victorious and the Chinese lost.\n\nPRIEST, (in Foundling Asylum)—And what name\ndid you choose for this child of your sin ?\nMOTHER—I'd like to call him Moses, if I might.\nPRIEST—Moses! Such a holy name; why Moses?\nMOTHER (meekly)—I thought, because he too was\nsuch a poor beggar of a foundling."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "801", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nGood Night\nDimond Crisp\nJ leaned far out\n* Into the night,\nAnd the blossoms\nWhich grew\nRound my window\nTouched my cheek\nCaressingly\nFor a moment\nI paused\nThe eternal mystery of night\nHolding me.\nThen with arms outstretched\nI whispered \"Good Night\"\nTo the world which on the morrow\nPerchance I might not see.\n\nAn Untimely Thought\nVincent Starrett\nTHIS is the very same bed;\nIn it my grandfather died.\nWell I recall what he said:\n\"This is the very same Ded!\"\nJust that—and next moment was dead.\nNow, I am here with my bride!\nThis is the very same bed—\nIn it my grandfather died!\n\nThe Worm\nBy Lillian George\n1 found a greenish-gray worm clinging to the under-\nside of a maple leaf ;\nIt had no color of its own but reflected the tone to\nwhich it clung.\nIt seemed perfectly happy wriggling and creeping\nalong.\nI suppose some day it will be a butterfly.\nThere is a woman in the flat below me\nShe always seems to be in a kitchen apron\nShe has a great brutish husband\nShe seems to have no moods of her own.\nYesterday he told her to hurry with his dinner as\nhe had to return to work.\nShe scurried away at once. He was cross and tired.\nHer face at his harsh voice, became pale with fatigue\nand work.\nYet she seems in a way content—\nI suppose some day she will be a saint.\n\nThe Son of Alfred Dreyfus\nThe son of the Devil's Island exiled lieutenant of ar-\ntillery, Peter Dreyfus, received honorable mention for\nhis good services at Verdun. Especially on the 26th, 27th\nand 28th of February and in the first days of March, he\nsucceeded as observation officer in the most violent fire in\nkeeping contact with his battery and in directing its action.\nGustave Herve says in\"The Victoire\": \"What happi-\nness must have been brought to Alfred Dreyfus, and he\nwell deserves it. No other officer of any army in the\nworld was ever abused as Dreyfus was by French mili-\ntarism.\"\n\nWashington Square on a Rainy Day\nO AIN drives the children from the square; the home\n* less men and women from their benches where they\nsit and rest and dream of better times, past and future.\nA heavy sadness seems to hover over the Village when rain\nfalls continuously as during the past week. The asphalt\nis whitewashed, the grass seems greener and the branches\nof the trees heavy with water, which drops in regular in-\ntervals into the puddles on the sidewalk. The busses are\nfar and few; they hardly carry any passengers at all.\nWomen with one hand hold their skirts high, with the\nother the umbrella over their heads; men wear rain coats\nand slouch hats and all walk with bowed heads looking\nin careful search for dry spots.\nAn automobile whizzes past like a spitting dragon\nsplashing muddy water to the right and to the left. The\ncop in his rain coat under the sheltering arch looks like\nNeptune risen from his ocean- The skies are gray and\ndark clouds make prisoners of the rays of the sun. The\nday is gloomy."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "802", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nJudas Iscariot\nBy W. Dorochewitch\nTranslated by Guido Bruno\n\nJUDAS did not hang himself.\nJudases never hang themselves. Suicide rumors of\nJudas were spread in Jerusalem, and the apostles, in the\npurity of their hearts, never doubted them for a minute:\nAfter that terrible crime of his, what else was there\nleft for him to do?\nBut Judas did not hang himself.\nHe only took it into consideration.\nHe went out into the forest, chose a tree for himself,\nfastened the rope to it, wept for his past life—and then\nsuddenly changed his mind.\nWhat brought him to his senses was the following\nconsideration:\n\"What I did was a great sin. Suicide also is a great\nsin. What shall I, unfortunate man, do? Shall I add to\na great sin by committing another one? Didn't the\nMaster himself say that there will be more joy in Heaven\nover the sinner who repents than over ten saints who\nneed not repent? But in order to repent I need time.\nMy duty towards myself; my duty towards Heaven is\nto live, to live, to live. To live as long as possible in\norder to gain a long time to repent in.\"\nHe unfastened the rope from the tree: so that it might\nnot lead into temptation some unfortunate who thinks\nhe is through with life and who doesn't recognize the\ntruth as he did.\nHe put the rope into his pocket.\nEven a rope might be useful to perform a good work.\nAnd he walked back toward the city.\nThe way was long.\nLong ways usually bring many thoughts.\nJudas thought:\n\"I have to undergo a great penance. I have to make\nit as hard as possible for myself. I could try it with\npoverty: to be the last among the last. But would it\nlead to anything? Really it would be easy for me! It\nwould mean that I make it easy for myself. Have I a\nright to do this? Didn't the Master say that it is easier\nfor a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for\na rich man to enter the kingdom of Heaven? May I\nnot put obstacles into my own way in order to make it\nharder for myself?\"\nJudas went to the High-priest and said: \"Yesterday in\nmy ire. did I throw at your feet thirty pieces of silver.\nTo-day I am quiet and I have changed my mind. The\nmoney is mine. Give it back to me.\"\nThe servant of the High-priest, a respectable old Phari-\nsee, reported this to Caiaphas. Caiaphas again was more\nthan ready to rend his clothes in his desperation.\n\"So then this Judas, who was supposed to have hung\nhimself, has come back to like again? What is the mean-\ning of this?\"\nThere was plenty of excitement in the city already.\nSeveral rumors were going around. Everywhere they\nspoke about the missing body of the Crucified, secretly they\nadded to these rumors that Christ had arisen.\n\"We have to make an end of all this!\" cried Caiaphas,\nvery much excited. \"The pro-consul is, anyhow, very\nmad. This affair is beginning to look important! They\nspeak too much about it! Give this dog his thirty pieces\nof silver, but only upon the condition that he leaves the\ncity immediately!\"\nThe servant of the High-priest pulled his long beard\nand stroked his whiskers, and said to Judas: \"The High-\npriest has ordered me to hand to you these twenty pieces\nof silver. It is only his great mercy that moves him to\ngive them to you. Now get out and keep your mouth\nshut.\"\nJudas put the twenty pieces of silver in his pocket;\nshivered and left Jerusalem.\nHe went to the next port, awaited favorable winds and\nsailed by the first ship that left. He went to Alexandria.\nHe selected for himself as his future habitation, a small\ntown with a good climate in Egypt: \"I must try to live\nas long as possible for my work,\" he said to himself.\nIt was a town in which were many poor people. There\nhe settled- Judas thought again: \"The Master has ordered\nThe rich shall give to the poor all of his possessions.\nBut I own nothing yet. Twenty pieces of silver—what\nis that? At first I have to obtain riches in order to be\nable to give them away. If I should ever get rich, then\nI will be able to do the right thing: not miserable pennies\nwill I give to the poor, but uncounted wealth.\"\nDelighted with his thoughts, he continued: \"What shall\nI start to do?\" And he decided: \"The best will be to\nlend the money to the poor in such a way that the money\nwill never be in my possession; it will always be at the\ndisposal of the poor. If the poor need it they can take\nit. Later on if they don't need it any longer they can\nbring it back in order to take it again in times of need,\njust as if they took it from their own pockets.\"\nAnd he began to lend out his money on easier con-\nditions than the other usurers and at first he also asked\nless for interest. Soon all the other usurers were ruined\nand had to move to other cities. Then he increased the\nrate of interest. In order to make his dream come true\nso much the quicker, he said to himself: \"The others are\nusurers, I am a benefactor. The others earn the money\nfor themselves, I am doing it only for a good cause. I\nam only the keeper of your money. You, the proprietors,\ncan come and take whenever you wish to. I am taking\ninterest only to be able to lend out much more money.\"\nAnd so the poor not only enriched him, but they were\nalso grateful.\nThe city had many poor and therefore usurers got\nrich quickly.\nThe women of the town were famous for their beauty\nand Judas said to himself: \"If we consecrate an offering\nto God, we do not offer him an old ox, worn out from\nlabor, but a calf which never wore a yoke yet. I, myself,\nam an ox exhausted from labor. Our father Abraham\ndidn't wish to sacrifice himself either and a voice from\nthe clouds didn't tell him: \"Abraham, sacrifice thyself\"\nbut it ordered him \"Sacrifice your son Isaac.\" I also\nshall do as our father Abraham did. Abraham's god was\na god of Death. Our god is a god of Life. I shall\nbring him my first son to live, him whom I shall educate\naccording to the laws of our religion. Accept my Isaac,\n0 God!\"\nAnd Judas married a beautiful girl. After she had born\nhim her first son, Judas spoke to his consciousness: \"Now\n1 have just one duty : to educate my son in piety and in\nthe principles which I recognize as the right ones. Nothing"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "803", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nButterfly Dance. By Clara Tice"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "804", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nelse will matter to me. Starting with to-day I shall be\nonly the keeper of his house.\nHe ordered artisans to take down the old name above\nthe entrance to his business and to putin its stead a new\none. It read: \"Judas Junior.\"\nAnd again Judas was thinking very deeply: \"I am the\none who committed the crime. Therefore, I have to do\npenance for it. My son is innocent. He doesn't need to\ndo penance. What right have I to give away my property\nand to condemn him to poverty—-he who never committed\na crime? Shall the innocent suffer for the sins of the\nguilty? Would that be justice? And could such in-\njustices please the Lord? For my own money I had only\ntwenty pices of silver and those I used up long ago for\nmy daily living expenses. All money that I have now\nwas brought in by the poor. This money is not my own.\nI shall give it to my son. He can do with it as his heart\nand his conscience tell him to do. It is my duty to edu-\ncate my son by words and examples.\"\nAnd old Judas educated him, his little Judas, by his\nwords and by his deeds. He was educating him constantly.\nWhenever people came into the shop of Judas Junior,\nboiling over with indignation and desperation, swearing\nand damning, Judas, the authorized manager of his son,\nsaid: \"Never and towards none should we permit our\ntemper to get away with us. We should always love each\nother.\" They answered: \"How can I love my worst\nenemy r\n* Judas answered with a mild smile: \"You should even\nlove your enemy. If he sees your love, he, too, will love\nyou. Hatred is always defeated by love.\" On purpose, he\ntook occasion to repeat this in front of his son, so that\nhe would learn from his earliest childhood.\nOften someone came and begged, in his helplessness:\n\"Give me money, I will pay any interest you advise; this\none or that one oppresses me and I am in danger of being\nthrown into prison.\"\nAnd Judas would say: \"Take from my son the double\namount and pay your creditor. He will be ashamed of\nhimself.\" Of course they very rarely paid any attention\nto him. They said: \"It is easy for you to talk, you are\na saint. You have renounced everything in order to\nbecome the authorized manager of your son.\" Sometimes\nsomeone called him \"saint\" and very soon it became his\nname.\nOne would say: \"Let us go to the saint. He will take\nsome of his son's money and will give it to us.\"\nIn the meantime the new teachings which had origin-\nated in the wonderful valleys of Judea and on the peaceful\nbanks of Lake Genesareth had spread all over the world\nlike oil on the surface of water and had filled it with\nits peace.\nIn the town in which Judas was living with his son,\ncame a young Christian, Nathaniel. He was a pupil\nof Christ's disciples. He preached the new teachings.\nBut everybody who listened to his sermons, seemed to\nsay: \"All this is known to us. Everything was taught\nus by our saint, by him who renounced life in order to\nbecome the authorized manager of his son, the usurer.\"\nNathaniel was anxious to make the acquaintance of\nJudas. \"How is it that you know all this?\" he asked,\nin reverence.\n\"The Master himself used to tell me all this more\nthan once,\" answered Judas. \"I used to live in Judea.\"\n\"You have seen the Master himself,\" cried Nathaniel\nenthusiastically, and holy envy filled his heart. \"And I\nknew only his disciples; what wonderful men they were!\"\nAnd Nathaniel started to tell him about the apostles.\n\"This one went to this and this place, another one is\npreaching there and there, so they say, and still another\none has been martyred already.\"\nJudas asked many questions about them and told little\npersonal stories he knew of them. Nathaniel listened\nand admired Judas who knew all his beloved teachers.\nAnd then they spoke of Judas Iscariot. \"Who is he?\"\nasked Judas.\n\"You should know him,\" exclaimed Nathaniel,\" the\nmiserable dog hung himself.\"\nJudas, whose ear had been accustomed to the \"saint,\"\nshrunk back when again he heard the word \"dog.\" He\nfrowned. He stroked his beard nervously.\n\"Why do you call him a miserable dog?\"\n\"How else should I call that traitor, him who has\nbetrayed the Master?\" asked Nathaniel, quite surprised.\nHe, too, had become excited now. The blood rushed into\nhis face. He got up from the bench upon which he had\nbeen seated and paced up and down with big strides.\nJudas looked at him very severely and sternly, dis-\nsatisfied.\n\"So you hate Judas?\"\n\"Surely.\"\n\"You look upon him as your enemy?\"\n\"Upon him as my worst enemy!\"\n\"You should love him.\"\nNathaniel became pale and looked horror-stricken at\nJudas. Judas continued to look grave, like a judge: \"He\nwronged you, didn't he? taking the best you had,—the\nMaster?\"\n\"Yes,\" said Nathaniel, scarecly audibly.\n\"You should love him because he wronged you so\nbadly.\"\nNathaniel kept silence.\n\"You should forgive him.\"\nJudas arose: \"Judge not, that ye be not judged.\" And\nhe disappeared into his son's store.\nThe next day Judas was seated again upon the stone\nbench. Nathaniel approached him, all broken up, with\nan unhappy expression upon his face. Like one who is\nconscious of his guilt. He stopped a few steps in front\nof Judas and said, in a voice choking with emotion: \"Oh,\nyou happy man! You have heard the Master himself,\ntherefore you know his teachings better than I do. For-\ngive me my hasty and thoughtless words, which must\nhave offended the peaceful quietness of your holy soul!\"\nHe almost broke out into tears. \"Do you know how I\npassed the night and what my constant thoughts were\nuntil the sun rose this morning?\"\n\"Be it that it was well pleasing in the sight of God.\"\n\"I have prayed for Judas.\"\nJudas arose and laid his right hand upon the curly\nhair of the youth: \"Continue upon this road, my son,\nit is the right road.\"\nFrom this very day, Nathaniel, the head of the Chris-\ntian congregation, would do nothing without having first\ntaken counsel of Judas and having received his orders.\nThe congregation grew and grew and the importance"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "805", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nand glory of Judas grew too.\nUpon the advice of Judas, the congregation founded a\nbenevolent society: to help the poorest of the poor. Every-\nbody paid monthly dues according to his income.\n\"You might deposit the money with me,\" counselled\nJudas. \"To me comes poverty and to my soil's store,\nand indeed, I know the poorest of the poor*, just such as\nneed a benevolent association!\"\nJudas tool in all the money and never accounted to\nanybody for it. This finally created a lot of talk, and\nonce, Nathaniel, blushing and stammering in his bashful-\nness, said to Judas: \"Forgive me for what I have to say\nto you. I am only the spokesman of my flock. A few—\nof course, not the very best ones—wish to know—please\ndo forgive—they wish to know who receives the money\n—please do forgive me!\"\nJudas responded with that stereotyped mild smile of\nhis: \"Tell your flock: 'A good deed is good only if the\ngiving hand doesn't know what the distributing one does.'\nDo you know whose words these are?\"\nAnd Nathaniel, ashamed and humiliated, spoke to his\ncongregation: \"What did you want to do? You wanted\nto destroy your own good works.\"\nAnd all shook their heads and murmured: \"Oh my,\noh, oh, my, what Christians we are!\"\nAnd then there was another thing that Nathaniel\nthought strange.\nJudas, of course, only as the representative of his son,\nwas still occupied with usury. And then it happened\nonce in a while, that he oppressed the debtors very badly.\nIt happened often. It happened almost constantly. Blush-\ning and embarrassed, he once mentioned this to Judas.\nVery carefully, not to embarrass him. But Judas was not\nembarrassed. With an especially sweet smile he omitted\nto answer the question and started a story about the\nMaster, once in the society of sinners and publi-\ncans. . . . \"Yes, of publicans, my dear Nathaniel!\"\nNathaniel was ashamed. He took upon himself fasts\nfor penance. Because he had judged his brother. And in\nthe future he didn't feel at all like asking Judas questions.\n*He is a holy man. He knows what he is doing. Such\na holy man never errs!\"\nAnd ultimately all followed the example of Nathaniel\nand believed in the holiness of Judas. He, himself, be-\nlieved in it, too.\nOnce in a while he incidentally remember what had\nhappened, once upon a time—over there—in the Easter\nweek in Jerusalem. . . . Then it seemed to Judas\nthat it must have been someone else.\nSeductions of the Devil.\nErrors of youth.\nIt seemed to him that that Judas whose face he had\nalmost forgotten, had died long ago.\nJudas knew well the congregation of believers. More\nthan once had Nathaniel suggested to him: \"You should\nbe the leader of our congregation.\"\n\"I prefer to be the last one.\"\nNathaniel could not help thinkinf \"what a sly fox he\nis.\" But he was anxious to dispel these temptations of\nthe Devil and thought \"What a saint.\"\nAnyhow, Judas was the leader of the congregation. The\ncongregation obeyed Nathaniel and Nathaniel obeyed\nJudas. Judas gave counsel and dispensed justice, he\npunished and forgave. And so he passed the evening of\nhis life most peacefully.\nAs he began to feel weak, he called his son to his room,\ncloseted himself with him and said: \"Now I am old and\nweak and I cannot serve you any longer. You are the\nunrestricted master of your property. What you wish to\ndo with it is your own business. It is up to you to con-\ntinue the work of your father or to give it up. As you\nshall decide it shall be. But do remember, what our\nfathers and our fathers' fathers were taught: 4You shall\nhonor your father.' Whatever you may decide to do, do\nnot insult your father or his memory.\"\nJudas Junior answered: \"If I should give up business\njust now everybody would say 'He is looking down upon\nhis father's business. He must think that the way his\nfather acted and transacted business was unworthy. That\nwould mean judgment for you and dishonor to your mem-\nory and therefore I must follow in your footsteps and I\nmust always remember what you taught me.\"\n\"Yes, my dear father,\" exclaimed Judas Junior with\nenthusiasm, \"I will not depreciate your name. I shall\nmake it famous. With regret and with gratitude shall\npeople think of you. I shall increase all interests upon\nall loans and all will think mournfully and thankfully of\nJudas' father who was kind and obliging to his neighbors.\"\nJudas placed his hands upon his son's head: \"You are\nmy son; I see that I did not raise you in vain in reverence\nbefore law and old age. The seed did not fall upon\nrocky ground.\"\nJudas spent the rest of his life in peace like a patriarch,\ncounsellor and a living testimony to everybody.\nAnd then came the hour of his death. In the richly\nappointed chambers of the Jew had assembled the Elders\nof the Christian congregation. The congregation itself\nfilled the hall and the streets surrounding the house. Na-\nthaniel stood at Judas' death bed. Judas was expiring\ngently as old men do expire, like a quiet, warm summer\nday. Nathaniel wept. Once more Judas sat up in his\nbed with painfully visible difficulty and spoke: \"I shall\nnow leave this valley of sorrow and of tears.\" And the\nChristians repeated amidst the gold and silver and the\nprecious carpets and furniture of the death chamber:\n\"This valley of sorrow and of tears.\"\n\"You have been the witnesses of the life that I lived\nyou,\" said Judas.\n\"You were the torch that lighted the path of our life!\"\nexclaimed Nathaniel.\n\"You were our torch!\" repeated the Christians.\nJudas smiled. They used to call it the \"holy smile.\"\n\"Only a drop of oil is left in my lamp, and I shall\nonce more burn it for you. You thought me always a\ngood and honest man . . .\"\n\"A saint, a saint,\" sobbed Nathaniel.\n\"Yes! And still, long, long ago I committed a great\nsin . . .\"\nNathaniel knelt down and leaned over the bed of the\ndying man.\n\"Tell us what sin it was. Relieve your mind. Put\nits burden upon us and we will do penance for your sin.\"\n\"No, no!\" answered Judas. He lifted his eyes towards\nHeaven. \"I will not. I shall not shirk my heavy bur-\ndens upon the shoulders of strangers. I shall bear them"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "806", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160624-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and edited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Wash-\nington Square, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New York, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act\nof March 3d, 1897. ... _ \\\n\nmyself and bring them before the Throne of the Almighty.\nHe will put upon one scale my whole life and upon the\nother one my only sin, an error of youth, a seduction of\nthe Devil!\"\n\"All saints were tempted by the Devil!\" cried Na-\nthaniel.\n\"You said it!\" replied Judas. He sank back into his\ncushions, he breathed slowly and deeply:\n\"Forever and ever you will be our great exemplar,\"\nexclaimed Nathaniel. \"But as long as you are still among\nus I have a great favor to ask. Give me in this solemn\nhour of parting a kiss, a kiss of love and of friendship.\"\nJudas kept silent for a long while and then he spoke:\n\"No! Once my lips kissed the Master and since then I\nhave vowed never to kiss anyone again. Not even my\nson would I kiss.\" And with these words he expired.\nWhile the dead body was being covered with palm\nleaves, one of the Christians said to Nathaniel: \"Isn't it\nextraordinary that Judas never pronounced the name of\nthe Master. He never called him Jesus as we do.\"\n\"He thought himself unworthy to pronounce the name\nof the Lord,\" pointed out Nathaniel while tears were\nstreaming down his cheeks. \"What an extraordinary man\nhe was.\"\n\"I think,\" said another one, \"he was one of those who\nare poor in spirit.\" y\nThe tomb of Judas was surrounded with love and ad-\nmiration. Pilgrims came from far, far away, and prayed\nand did penance there.\nRain and wind have since washed away the tomb of\nJudas, erased it completely as one washes away\na dirty stain.\nAnd those who worshipped there, died, and were for-\ngotten.\n\"That is how hypocrisy came into the teachings of\nChrist,\" said the venerable old man who told me this cur-\nious story. I didn't want to contradict him. But it\nseems to me he is mistaken. Hypocrisy existed long, long\nbefore Christ's teachings-\n\nPassing Paris\nMuriel Ciolkowska.\nJune Ist, 1916.\n17 NGLISH firms are, < as I see, becoming more enter-\nprising in their publications after the latest French\nbooks and this discovery brings some modification to an\nopinion advanced in this column a short while ago.\nIf there is one improvement this war and the Anglo-\nFrench intimacy it has favoured should give birth to it\nis the furthering of the French language among the\nBritish peoples.' That the Germans, Russians, Poles, not\nto speak of the Italians and Spaniards, should be so far\nahead of the English and Americans in this respect is to\nthese latter's shame. Every one knows that French is\nincompetently taught in English schools and colleges, and\nthe vigorous hauling over of this part of the curriculum\nawaits some one with the necessary influence and initiative.\nThe economic relations which, it is supposed, will be\nstrengthened between the two countries depend upon this\nreform, for we cannot, surely, expect the French to meet\nthe English all the way on the language-path, they who\nwill have to muster all their obstinacy to resist the ad-\nvances of the Germans, linguistically so perfectly equipped.\nIn the industrial domain supremacy is not only achieved\nby producing the best wares but by their intelligent, in-\nsinuating presentation.\nTested authors do not always do as well by the war\nas the younger ones who have the dash of the fresh recruit\ndenied their fellows of the \"reserve.\"\nM. Paul Adam's weighty volume (\"Dans l'Air qui\nTremble;\" Cres, 3 fr. 50) is of slighter content than\na booklet (\"La Guerre, Madame;\" Cres, 1 fr. 75) signed\nwith three asterisks, which is one of the most brilliant of\nthings literary bred by this war. M. Paul Adam gives\ntoo much of it. His is a panorama of the war and im-\npressions are more communicative. There are some fine\ndescriptions of carnage, courageously realistic, but in most\nof the other pages the air does not tremble.\nMy less ambitious anonymous author fancies a soldier\nof the \"active,\" a \"man about town\" in peace time, en-\njoying a first and only day's leave in Paris after a year\nspent at the Front. This day in a gentleman-private's\nlife contains numbers of other evocations of numerous\nother days in all kinds of lives and places. Because it\ndoes not attempt to describe, preferring to suggest, it is\nvery much more the war, for to each one of us what is\nthe war but a sequence of minute individual experiences?\nWe are all of us, though in lesser degree even, like those\nofficers who listen politely to their chief's reading of the\ndaily bulletin without understanding it or even wanting\nto:\n\"It was sometimes my duty to bring the three o'clock\n'official' to my colonel in the little wood where he was\nquartered. The colonel would then rise and say in an\naltered voice to the officers at the bridge-table: 'The\nbulletin, gentlemen.' In an artificially grave voice he\nread out the news to which he endeavoured to give an\nimportance his mind had long ago refused to grant it..\nDuring his reading the others stopped playing, though not\nthinking about the game. I saw their attention was else-\nwhere. 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