{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_sha256": "75c1fbcc89f617c758320f0e5ea57620c848e9e532ba952364aded318cd1821a", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/01_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "NEWS ITEM Today there was no gain on either side", "titre_sommaire": "NEWS ITEM Today there was no gain on either side", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 99, "fin_caractere_exclue": 147, "texte": "NEWS\nITEM\nToday there was no\ngain on either side"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[807]", "page_fin": "[807]", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Amantium Irae", "titre_sommaire": "Amantium Irae", "signature_source": "Ernest Dowson", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[807]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 136, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1054, "texte": "Amantium Irae\nErnest Dowson\nWHEN this, our rose, is faded,\nAnd these, our days, are done,\nIn lands profoundly shaded\nFrom tempest and from sun:\nAh, once more come together,\nShall we forgive the past,\nAnd safe from worldly weather\nPossess our souls at last?\nOr in our place of shadows\nShall still we stretch an hand\nTo green, remembered meadows,\nOf that old pleasant land?\nAnd vainly there foregathered,\nShall we regret the sun?\nThe rose of love, ungathered?\nThe bay, we have not won?\nAh, child! the world's dark marges\nMay lead to Nevermore,\nThe stately funeral barges\nSail for an unknown shore,\nAnd love we vow to-morrow,\nAnd pride we serve to-day:\nWhat if they both should borrow\nSad hues of yesterday?\nOur pride! Ah, should we miss it,\nOr will it serve at last?\nOur anger, if we kiss it,\nIs like a sorrow past.\nWhile roses deck the garden,\nWhile yet the sun is high,\nDoff sorry pride for pardon,\nOr ever love go by."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[807]", "page_fin": "809", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Enver Pasha: Turkey’s National Hero", "titre_sommaire": "Enver Pasha: Turkey’s National Hero", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[807]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1056, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4937, "texte": "Enver Pasha: Turkey’s National Hero\n\nIN a country where family traditions are unknown, where\nthe son bears a different name from the father, where\nreligion forbids a man to ask questions about his wife\nor his children, there it is very rarely known from what\norigin its prominent statesmen and generals come. So\nit happens that men of whom the world has been talking\nfor a while and who are ruling the country, appear sud-\ndenly. Nobody knows where they come from nor how\nthey passed their youth. Here they are, like meteors they\nappear, and in most cases disappear after a short period\nof glory.\nEnver-Pasha—the hero of Rosna, as he was called after\nthe revolution of 1908—seemed predestined to be a na-\ntional hero. He is a tall man about 36 years of age, with\nclean-cut features. He always appears cool, quiet and\nself-conscious. He is unselfish, audacious and full of pure\nidealism. He influences those under his command more\nthrough the example lie sets than through his orders. He\nis recognized and loved by all the honest people in Turkey\nthat do not envy him his popularity.\nThe time he spent in Europe (he got his military edu-\ncation in Germany, and lived for extended periods in\nFrance, Italy and Russia) was decisive not only for his\nfuture career but for his countrymen and the future of\nhis country- He is not one of those short-lived reformers\nthat tear down traditions of centuries and national cus-\ntoms which are rooted deeply in the hearts of his race,\nwithout having better conditions prepared in their stead.\nTherefore, while he respects traditions long adhered to,\nhe shows himself as a genuine Turk.\nIn everything he says and in everything he does the\nmen under his command follow him blindly. And the\nmen at the green tables who are working for reforms in\nthe administration, in finances and in general living con-\nditions, depend upon his judgment and follow his advice.\nOne must have seen this man in full action on the\nbattlefield to realize that he must be the popular hero\nhe is—the man who uses almost autocratically the troops\nunder his command, but always as means to one end, the\nrestoration of the honor of Turkish arms and of the\nTurkish empire.\nIt was on March 3, 1912, after the daring night attack\nof Sidi-Abdullah. The Turko-Arabic lines were under\nheavy fire. Bullets from high above, from the quickly\nerected Italian fortifications, bullets from the gunboats,\nhere and there exploding bombs thrown from somewhere\nand tearing soil and rocks to pieces. Enver is kneeling\namid his men behind an istikam (a sort of hurriedly cre-\nated fortification). The Italians shoot well. It seems to\nrain bullets. Suddenly Enver changes his position. He\ngets up and looks at his right hip, which is crimson colored.\nHe opens his blouse, removes nonchalantly the belt and\ntakes a bullet from his red, sticky underwear. He takes\nthe bullet with his two fingers and tlfrows it away like\nthe butt of a cigarette. He calls a sergeant who stands\nnear by and asks him to bandage the wound, acks another\nneighbor for a cigarette and resumes his old position,\nwatching the continued fighting.\nAnd then October 18, just a few days before the peace\ntreaty was officially signed—one of the wildest days of\nthe entire campaign! It was near Derna. Enver, ac-\ncompanied by ten men (five of his adjutants and five\nothers), not expecting an attack, reconnoitred far outside\nof the vanguards of his troops. Suddenly well formed\nItalian skirmish lines were discovered. Enver commanded\nhis ten men to open fire and to hold the lines until his\ntroops arrived. There was continuous fighting for hours\nand hours. Hundreds were wounded and hundreds killed.\nAt about 5 o'clock the sun was setting and the shooting\nceased. Enver sank, dead tired, to the bare chalk stones.\nHe was exhausted and thirsty. Some one brought a large\nglass of water and handed it to him. But before he put"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "808", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 29, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3506, "texte": "it to his lips he asked, \"Are the prisoners being taken care\nof? Did they receive food and water?\" And he issued\nan order to give them Turkish clothing and saved them,\nin this way, from the fanaticism and cruelties of the\nArabians.\nThe military qualities of Turkish soldiers were always\nextraordinarily good. The Turk is a born warrior who\ndoes not know what cowardice means. To die on the\nbattlefield is, according to his religious belief, immediate\nentrance to paradise. The Turk is very healthy, frugal,\nnever uses alcohol in any shape, is an untiring walker and\nan excellent sharpshooter. He likes the sense of responsi-\nbility or discipline. He follows blindly he who happens\nto be the enthusiastically revered hero of the time.\nThe young Turks knew well what they were doing\nin elevating after the revolution of 1908, Prince Mo-\nhammed Resched-Effendi to the throne of the Osman\nEmpire. The revolutionists who had abolished, in the\nperson of Abdul-Hamid-Khan, the stronghold of Turkey's\nold regime of despotism, autocratic government and cor-\nruption, realized that Turkey's salvation lay in a strong\nand healthy militarism. None was better fitted to be\nnominally the ruler of Turkey and in reality the willing\ntool of militarism, than Prince Mohammed, a kind old\nman who had never taken part in political or military\naffairs; who had never visited Europe and who had spent\nthe greater part of his life as his younger brother's pris-\noner in an imperial palace. The Young Turks gave him\nhis freedom and made him Sultan.\nMohammed V., the thirty-fifth sovereign of the clan\nof Osman, the twenty-ninth since the conquest of Con-\nstantinople, Khan of Khans, Servant and Master of the\nCities of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, wears the green\nturban before which every true believer bows deeply,\ngrants audiences to the high potentiaries of his govern-\nment, issues messages and proclamations which are re-\nspectfully read at the green tables of his councils, but\nhas no more influence in matters of military administra-\ntion and foreign politics than his younger brother, who\nleads the gentle life of a dispossessed and comfortably kept\nprisonei* in an imperial palace. The man whose name\nis in the mouths of all Turks, whose picture can be\nfound in every coffee house, in every barber shop and\non every cigarette paper; after whom boats and gardens\nare named, is Enver-Bey, a military genius and\"the man\nof the hour\" in the present war-\nOut of 6,000 men that constituted the entire Turkish\nnavy, 5,000 were ranked as officers. The Young Turks\nintroduced the European military system to their armies.\nAll the inefficient officers were discharged. The highest\nauthority on German military organization, Baron von der\nGoltz, was commissioned to reorganize the Turkish army.\nPromising young men were sent to Germany to study\nin the German military academies. They served years\nin the German army and returned home to join the\nTurkish staff of officers. The armies were newly equipped\nand all the modern inventions and conveniences were\ntaken advantage of. In 1910, Turkey had the first big\nmanoeuvres.\nSixty thousand men participated in this war of peace.\nThe Sultan was present. The military attaches of all\nforeign nations that had witnessed these manoeuvres spoke\nvery highly of the new Turkish militarism. Non-Ma-\nhometans ceased to be excluded from military service in\nTurkey. While Turkey took as the master for her army,\nGermany, she chose England, the world's predominating"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "809", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4248, "texte": "power at sea, to design her naval programme and train\nher naval forces. English admirals spent years in the\nadministrative and executive departments of Turkey's\nnavy. They were good masters. The armament and\nthe fighting forces of the Turkish navy are a living proof\nof the good will and the ability of their pupils.\nAfter the war of 1912, Turkey doubled its military as-\npirations. Enver had represented his country as military\nattache in Berlin. There he had learned how to plan,\nhow to take precautions, how to develop the highest pos-\nsible qualities in men and in machines; in short, to be\nprepared in times of deepest peace for the bloodiest war-\nfare.\nThe administration after the war seemed to be earnest\nin its endeavors to achieve reforms in every branch of\ngovernmental administration- They seemed to be inspired\nby the one desire to regulate the finances of Turkey, to\nhelp as much as they could toward the reorganization of\nits military forces and to bring to the highest perfection\nthe efficiency of the army. So they decreed autonomic\nrights to the different provinces to an extent not known\nbefore. The complicated Turkish court system was\ngreatly simplified. Strictly modern laws about land\nownership went into effect. Everywhere there prevailed\na new spirit of liberalism.\nTime has demonstrated the efficiency of the Young\nTurkish reforms. The heroic and successful defence of\nthe Gallipoli peninsula against the greatest armada that\nthe world jias ever seen, the triumph of Kut-el-Amara\nand the brilliant strategy used against the Russians in\nAsia Minor and Persia have provoked the wonder of the\nworld and have astonished the enemies of Islam.\nThe day that the Turkish empire ceased to be identi-\nfied with its autocratic Sultan it cbased to be \"The Sick\nMan of Europe.\" New hope for the patient had arisen\nin the Young Turk military party. And all European\ngovernments arrived at the scene. They felt the pulse\nof the patient and acknowledged openly or secretly, \"Yes,\nthere is a chance.\" The Turkish reformers—those who\nhad brought about this new state of affairs—knew best\nwhere their chances lay in using their newly organized\nmilitarism against the enemy inside of their own boundaries\nto fight a big fight for civic reformation unhampered by\nforeign politics and entanglements.\nEnver has one answer to every question and one con-\nsolation for even the most intricate military or political\nsituation. \"Inschallah\" (As God wills). This is the an-\nswer he invariably gave at long arguments at the green\ntable in Constantinople. This is what he murmurs on\nthe battlefield whenever he realizes the superiority of the\nenemy in equipment and numbers. And to-day, if one\nhad a chance to put the question before him, he would\nshrug his shoulders and say \"Inschallah.\"\nThe late Abdul-Hamid proved himself to be a true\nfriend of Germany in winning access to the Orient and\nin opening in the East of Europe, as well as in the Orient,\nbig commercial centres.\nTurkey never could become the member of an alliance\nwhich counted Russia among its members. After its other\nschemes to get financial support had proved unsuccessful\nthe Russian government began to spread its nets in the\nBalkans, attracted both by financial and economic interests-\nShe had only one resource that might have enabled her to\npay the foreign debt of nearly one hundred and sixty-five\nmillion dollars annually,—the forced exportation of wheat\non which her commercial balance depended. The princi-\npal outlet for this was the Black Sea and the Dardanelles.\nThe idea of the possession of Constaninople has been\nhaunting the chief personages of the Russian government\nsince time immemorial, though officially Russia abandoned\nher desire for Constantinople since Witte's dream of the\nconquest of Turkey was shattered to pieces.\nIn the crisis through which Turkey has been passing,\nthe Sultan did what his chancellors and his advisers dic-\ntated to him. But Enver-Pasha has been the man. Enver\ndoes not wait for orders and he does not ask for disposi-\ntion. Enver does things while the others make their\nconclusions as they see fit and act upon them. *\nThe fortune of war has hitherto been on the side of\nTurkey. \"Inschallah\" Enver will say!\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "808", "page_fin": "808", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.3.1", "titre_corps": "Enver Pasha", "titre_sommaire": "Enver Pasha", "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": "808", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 27, "texte": "Enver Pasha"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "809", "page_fin": "809", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "The Explorer", "titre_sommaire": "The Explorer", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "809", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 4250, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4495, "texte": "The Explorer\nTom Sleeper.\nI have explored the uttermost parts of the earth and in\ndistant lands,\nHave seen many strange and curious things\nYet in my travels,\nHave I never encountered,\nA thing one-thousandth part as strange\nAs the heart of woman."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "809", "page_fin": "809", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "JVNE-JVLY 1916", "titre_sommaire": "JVNE-JVLY 1916", "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": "809", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 4497, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4531, "texte": "ELEVENTH EXHIBITION\nJVNE-JVLY 1916"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "810", "page_fin": "812", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Edgar Allan Poe, American Poet", "titre_sommaire": "Edgar Allan Poe, American Poet", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "810", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4264, "texte": "People Who Have Lived in Our Village\nEdgar Allan Poe, American Poet\n\nHP HE world is curious.\n1 We are not satisfied to see things and admire\nthem. We want to know who their maker is, where he\ncame from and why he did it. We want to know where\nhe lives and how he lives, if he takes his dinner at noon\ntime or at evening. We want to know all about him\nbefore we even consider his works.\nWe love mystery.\nWe crave for its romantic solution. We despise sim-\nplicity anjd never can forgive a man who does not live\ntip to our expectations. 112\nWoe unto him who opens the cloak of mystery we have\ngarbed him with and proclaims loudly to the whole world:\n\"I am just a man as you are, but I am living my own\nlife apart from yours- I have my own joys. You are\nwelcome to share them, but I will not go out and try to\ninduce you to look at things with my eyes.\n\"I will not force upon you joys which should be within\nyourself. I have sorrows, too, but I will not open my\nheart to you and add to your own burdens. If you think\nI am wrong, if you find fault with me—here I am!\nPunish me if necessary—but give me justice. In time\nof need I took alms from your hands and I felt your\nkindness to me as humiliation. But I have not lost trust\nin man. You shall be my judges.\"\nAnd they are his judges.\nThe man who volunteers to appear before the tribunal\nof the people is dragged before those who claim to be his\npeers. They throw mud at him. They gag him. They\nblacken his character, his motives. They dissect his life\ninto a long chain of miserable deeds. He can not com-\nprehend, and wrapping his cloak around him he retreats\ninto his own world.\nGenerosity of spirit and of heart is to-day just as cen-\nturies ago the privilege of a very chosen few. The man\nwho humbly offers his right cheek to him who smote his\nleft will be smitten again.\nThe work of genius is eternal. Generations after gen-\nerations pass critique upon it; some laud it, some condemn\nit. They write books and pamphlets explaining what it\nrepresents, what it was meant to represent. But the\nmasterpiece is there. In the course of time it will be\nidentified with its creator. Malice, ill-feeling, justified\nor unjustified, will be forgotten, brushed away like leaves\nwhich an autumn wind has blown far away from the tree\nupon which they grew. Gratefulness and admiration will\nfill the hearts of all. They will be proud that their fathers\nand forefathers had among them a man inspired by the\ngods and privileged to leave such an inheritance to coming\ngenerations.\nThey will start to build monuments to his memory,\nname streets and places after him and teach their children\nto bow their heads reverently when they whisper his name.\nWe love to see blood and pain and suffering to give\nthe world a spectacle. Just to be near to the great man,\nto find a place in the much desired limelight for our own\nlittle insignificant ego.\nWe torture, we nail to the cross.\nBut there will Be a day of resurrection and of corona-\ntion.\nEdgar - Allan Poe was a self-sufficient man. All he\nwanted from the world was a roof over his head, some\ngarments, to keep himself clothed, and the daily bread for\nhimself and those depending on him. He was conceived\nand born outside the community of man. He was isolated\nin his boyhood days, and he found his way back to isolation\nwhenever an atttempt was made to make him a member\nof organized world. All the pleasures life has to\ngrant he found in himself. The men and women with\nwhom he was forced to associate never played a part in\nhis life. He-had eyes which could see at times beyond\nthe veil which the gods have graciously spread over some\nof its wonders; he had ears which could understand the\nwhisperings of the trees, the howling of the winds and\nethereal music. He could sit for hours and dream aboftt\nthese revelations, and his pen painted the pictures he had\nconceived and it composed the music he had heard. He\nwas the creator of his world which he had built around\nhimself. He did not create what others demanded- He\nwas willing to let the world share his joys and he was\ngrateful for the few dollars it gave him in exchange. He\ndid not know monetary ambitions.\nHe grew accustomed to traveling alone upon his own\nroad. He looked at the men and women who breathed"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "811", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4484, "texte": "the same air with him as strange specimens of another\nworld. He did not understand them. They talked in\na strange language and looked with diiferent eyes.\nThey seemed to consume his creations for some myster-\nious reason and they held the key to the storehouse of\nlife's necessities. They had money. Poe went to them\nwhenever the landlord knocked on his door or raiment\nwas needed and food for his table. They were just as\nmysterious to him as he was to them. He did not know\nthat a bridge could be built and that the world never\nbuilds a bridge to the man on the other side of the river.\nPoe died as he had lived—a man. Not a wheel of the\nclockwork, but a clockwork of his own. What did it\nmatter if the case of the clock was of gold or of silver or\nof iron?\nPoe was the last of his family. The quintessence of\nthe chief characteristics of his paternal ancestors were\nhighly developed in his character. He was descended\nfrom an old Norman family, the Le Poers, who figured\nprominently in the history of Ireland. Sir Roger Le Poer\nwas a Marschall of Prince John in the reign of Henry the\nSecond. Fearlessness, coupled with a very highly de-\nveloped sense for action in thought and deed, characterized\nall his descendants. Sir Arnold Le Poer, Seneschal of\nKilkenny Castle, withstood the power of the church as\nembodied in the personal pretentions of the Bishop of\nOssory from whose holy clutches he rescued the Lady\nAlice Kyteler, accused of and persecuted for the sin\nof witchcraft. Poe's great grandmother was a daughter\nof Admiral James Mcßride. His grandfather served dur-\ning the Revolutionary War as a Quartermaster General in\nthe Maryland line. He was a friend of General Lafayette\nwho, on his last visit to America, paid a call to his de-\nceased friend's grave. He kissed the earth in which Gen-\neral Poe was sleeping the eternal sleep, saying, \"He was\na great and fearless man.\"\nPoe's father left his home, forsook his career and ex-\nchanged a comfortable life for the sake of an actress he\nloved and whom he married, Edgar united in himself\nall the distinguishing marks of his family. He was a\ndreamer but an indefatigable worker. His thoughts were\nsharp and clear and he had the faculty of expressing him-\nself in the minutest detail. He was fearless in his con-\nvictions. Love and romance were a part of his individual-\nity and filled his life.\nPoe was born in a third class hotel in the city where\nhis mother was playing at the time. Perhaps it was in\nBoston, perhaps in New York. His father was a prodigal.\nPoverty stood on one side of the cradle and love on the\nother. The infant traveled with his parents from town\nto town.\nThe Poes were living a doubly isolated life. Actors\nin the first years of the nineteenth century were not ad-\nmitted to the \"respectable circle of citizens,\" if they did\nnot happen to be celebrities. Poe had followed the profes-\nsion of his wife for her sake, but he never adapted himself\nto the ways of full-fledged actors. He did not seek ad-\nmittance to the professional acquaintances of his wife, and\nthey never associated with the other members of their\nrespective companies.\nThe family lived in its trunks; to-day here, to-morrow\nthere, wherever an engagement could be procured. Ed-\ngar's parents were happy. The father idolized the mother\nand the mother divided her attentions among her husband,\nher children and her artistic career. But there was that\nsadness always prevailing: \"How happy could we be if\nwe had money, at least enough to have a home of our own\nwherein to bring up our children and live our lives.\"\nSadness was reflected in the big eyes of the little orphan\nwhom Mr. Allan \"a rich, respectable merchant\" later\nadopted.\nMr. Allan took the \"poor child\" who had been denied\nthe blessings \"of a respectable, Christian home\" to his\nmansion. But the fact that his adopted son was an actor's\nchild was well advertised among those associating with\nthe Allan household. His schoolmates and play friends\nlooked upon him as a foundling picked up on the streets\nby the goodness of a respectable citizen. His teachers,\nwho otherwise would have paid attention to his originality,\nsaw in it only the arising \"evil spirit.\" And again he\nwas isolated.\nWasn't there once an hour of awakening when the boy\nthought they might be right after all. \"I do not enjoy\nplaying with them. I love things they do not seem to\nsee. They call me crazy if I tell them what I dream of\nwhile they are occupied with their games or when I read"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2875, "texte": "to them verses whose music is more charming to me than\nthe tunes of the organ on Sunday. Why should I try to\nrestrain myself from following my impulses? Maybe\nthere is another life prepared for me than for them, and\nam I not a child of the street, a son of actor people, adopted\nfor pity's sake?\"\nAnd farther and farther did he drift from his fellow\nmen. More and more diverged his path from the broad\nstreet trotted by the thousands who have everyday ideals.\nHe went to foreign countries in search of the unex-\npected, the wonderful, that would change his entire life,\nHe wanted to fight for the freedom of a suppressed coun-\ntry. He wanted to be one of the defenders of .his own\ncountry. He wanted to be a scholar, a scientific man, but\nwhat did he find in every one of the careers he was en-\nthused about? In order to succeed, to be placed among\nthe worthy, he would have to submerge his own individu-\nality.\nThe world has a label for every one who wants to\ntake a place among its favored. The man who does\nnot want to be labeled has to go his own way, has to learn\nhis own lessons.\nMr. Allen adopted Poe. He assumed the responsibilities\nof fatherhood and then deserted his son at the time when\nhe needed him more than ever before.\nHis first wife had died. A second wife had taken her\nplace. A natural heir had been borrl to him, and it was\nnot unnatural that he wanted to devote his entire time\nto his little son and that he did not wish to be annoyed by\nEdgar Poe. The day came when he told the boy in whom\nhe had born the desire for luxury and whom he had led\nto believe he was the chosen heir to his fortunes: \"I will\nnot give you any more money. Go out and earn your\nliving.\"\nThe world readily understood that there was no place\nin\"the respectable Christian home\" for the boy who had\nindulged in the follies of the class of people among whom\nhe had been educated, and who bad dared to forget that\nhe was the actor's child. And so he was left penniless\non the ,street-\nBut Poe had extradorinary ability in reconciling him-\nself with the situation that faced him, and he went out\nto earn his livelihood without trying to effect a reconcilia-\ntion. Since boyhood days he had scribbled verses. He\ndecided to combine the useful with the pleasant—to be-\ncome a writer.\nGenius has never been wasted in this world. A good\nword uttered, a message once written, is never lost in\nthe universe. Among thousands of unworthy attempts\nof less gifted people they fight their way to recognition.^\nThe vanity and egotism of those who have the power\nto recognize or condemn, play an important part in the\ndiscovery of genius. The honor of ushering to the ele-\nvated seat of the rostrum the man who perhaps did not\nrecognize his own value and is standing outside the open\ndoor, brings the names of otherwise insignificant people\nbefore the eyes of the world.\n\nGuido Bruno"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "810", "page_fin": "810", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.6.1", "titre_corps": "Drawing by Carl S. Yunge", "titre_sommaire": "Drawing by Carl S. Yunge", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "810", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 4266, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4290, "texte": "Drawing by Carl S. Yunge"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "811", "page_fin": "811", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.6.2", "titre_corps": "Elizabeth Poe, Mother of Edgar Allan Poe.", "titre_sommaire": "Elizabeth Poe, Mother of Edgar Allan Poe.", "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": "811", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 4486, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4527, "texte": "Elizabeth Poe, Mother of Edgar Allan Poe."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "811", "page_fin": "811", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.6.3", "titre_corps": "Virginia, Wife of Edgar Allan Poe", "titre_sommaire": "Virginia, Wife of Edgar Allan Poe", "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": "811", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 4529, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4562, "texte": "Virginia, Wife of Edgar Allan Poe"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "812", "page_fin": "812", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "A good book and a good woman are excellent things", "titre_sommaire": "A good book and a good woman are excellent things", "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": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2877, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3059, "texte": "A good book and a good woman are excellent things\nfor those who know jjustly how to appreciate their value.\nThere are men, however, who judge of both from the\nbeauty of the covering."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "812", "page_fin": "812", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Silhouettes", "titre_sommaire": "Silhouettes", "signature_source": "Florence Lowe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3061, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3988, "texte": "Silhouettes\nBy Florence Lowe\nGloria Mundi!\nOnce there was a man who was so famous that every\ntime he blew his nose people would murmur, \"Isn't he\nwonderful!\" He wore his hair Buster Brown style,\nparted in the middle, and yet, so famous was he that\npeople liked it.\nOne day he stepped into a pool parlor to tie his shoe-\nstring, and a man with a blue chin slapped him in the face\nbecause he wore a Windsor tie. When he expostulated in\nthe choicest flowers of rhetoric and in tones that .had\nswayed huge assemblies, they told him to go to hell. So\nhe went home, and went on being famous.\nIt’s Human\nThere is a man I know whom I hate, because he does\nsuch good work. Everything this man touches comes out\nwell, and he is so agreeable that you can't conscientiously\nhate him. This man is not right. He can't help doing\ngood work, because his people were painters before him.\nBut he can help being agreeable, and he has no right to."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "812", "page_fin": "812", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Dreams", "titre_sommaire": "Dreams", "signature_source": "Not by Walt Whitman ; Vincent Starrett", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3990, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4496, "texte": "Dreams\n(Not by Walt Whitman)\nVincent Starrett\nIF it be true, as some folks try to tell us,\nThat dreams are but the echoes of past deeds,\nOr shadows, so to speak,\nThrown before by happenings yet to come,\n0 heart, I will tell you this—\n1 will say, and I am free to say it,\nTM I*l\n1 hat never—never—has it been my custom\n(And I will say that never will it be my custom nor\nyet my habit)\nTo traverse crowded thoroughfares—\nThe busy thoroughfares of industry—\nIn a diaphanous undergarment of abbreviated length."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "812", "page_fin": "812", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "\"Irishman, help us against the foes of Britain. You must not hesitate to shed your blood for the sake of Humanity .” \"Very sorry; John Bull, but you extracted the last drop of blood from us a long time ago.” From Simplicissimus, Germany", "titre_sommaire": "\"Irishman, help us against the foes of Britain. You must not hesitate to shed your blood for the sake of Humanity .” \"Very sorry; John Bull, but you extracted the last drop of blood from us a long time ago.” From Simplicissimus, Germany", "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": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4498, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4734, "texte": "\"Irishman, help us against the foes of Britain. You\nmust not hesitate to shed your blood for the sake of\nHumanity .”\n\"Very sorry; John Bull, but you extracted the last drop\nof blood from us a long time ago.”\nFrom Simplicissimus, Germany"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "813", "page_fin": "813", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Replated Platitudes", "titre_sommaire": "Replated Platitudes", "signature_source": "Julius Doerner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "813", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 834, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nWho thinks to fool Nature is just Nature's biggest\nfool.\nYou never can really tell just how much good there\nmay be in a man until you have enjoyed his enmity.\nIt seems that lots of men don't need to be natural\nborn fools, to become darn natural fools, as soon as the\nautomobile bug gets 'em.\nMany a man has survived the dangers of battle only to\nlose his life as the result of paring his corns with his pet\nrazor.\nNo, \"candidates\" are not often \"candid eights,\" nor\neven as often \"candid dates,\" tho they may now often\nfind the latter useful in rustling for ballots among the\npetticoat voters.\nAnd anon, it may be better to be overtaken by death,\nthan to be overtaken by a desire to be overtaken by death.\nWhosoever tries, may fail; but whonever tries, shall\ncertainly never succeed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "813", "page_fin": "813", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Rosa Marie", "titre_sommaire": "Rosa Marie", "signature_source": "James Waldo Fawcett", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "813", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 836, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1886, "texte": "Rosa Marie\nJames Waldo Fawcett\nD OS A MARIE was more beautiful, by far, than dew\ndrops on roses. She was a living poem of great joy;\nshe danced with the goodness of living and loving.\nPierre, on the other hand, was ugly as sin. He was\nFrench with a dash of bad Spanish, and his life was one\nlong Hell. / He delighted in new wickedness and found\npleasure in gazing on pain and relief in creating mischief.\nHe was a bad man among rogues; murderers were saints\nin comparison.\nI knew them both while they were yet children. Now\nthat I am old I can recall very clearly how they looked,\nhow they lived, how they played, in time gone far and\nfair. It is strange to me, but it is true. I survive them\nboth.\nPierre was the first to go. He was shot in the throat\nby a Portuguese sailor. They brought him home, dead.\nRosa Marie, she was so beautiful, is also gone. For\nwhen the fearful carcass of the dead Pierre was carried\naway, she closed the door and slipped a long, thin knife\nthrough her breast into her heart. So she died.\nTheiYs was a great love, truly."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "813", "page_fin": "813", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Sunshine of the Job-Seeker", "titre_sommaire": "Sunshine of the Job-Seeker", "signature_source": "Hubert McCurrach", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "813", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1888, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2770, "texte": "Sunshine of the Job-Seeker\nHubert McCurrach\njpROM Nevins Street, Brooklyn\nTo Seventy-second Street, New York\nI walked in the snowy dawn\nTo get a switchboard job.\n\\\nI had no overcoat\nAnd my sweater was thin,—\nThe East River wind swept Brooklyn Bridge\nAnd the card-board soles of my shoes soon dissolved.\nI\nWhen I got there\nAnd they saw my clothes\nAt the apartment hotel 1\nThey said the job was taken.\nI could think of no excuse to warm my feet—\nMy breakfast seemed but a morsel.\nMy daunted soul\nShrank from the long walk back.\n. - i\nIt was a little warmer under a subway kiosk\nAnd the cement was dry if clammy.\nThe sun came out\nAnd melted the snow away.\nt\nLame muscles were silent,\nFeet to city pavements newly innured\nDid not complain,\nFor the soul-less chill of new-fallen snow\nNo longer cut my feet—\nWarmth-emitting gratings were abundant.\ni\nk\nThus begun\nMy love of the sun. j t j"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "813", "page_fin": "813", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Contradiction of the Proverbs", "titre_sommaire": "Contradiction of the Proverbs", "signature_source": "Gat’s Paw", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "813", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2772, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3971, "texte": "Contradiction of the Proverbs\nGat’s Paw\nmore the merrier.\" Not so; one hand is enough\nin a purse.—\"He that runs fastest gets most\nground.\" Not so; for then footmen would get more than\ntheir masters.—\"He runs far who never turns.\" Not so;\nhe may break his neck in a short course.—\"No man can\ncall again yesterday.\" Yes; he may call till his heart\nache, though it never come.—\"He that goes softly goes\nsafely.\" Not among thieves.—\"Nothing hurts the stomach\nmore than surfeiting.\" Yes; lack of meat.—\"Nothing is\nhard to a willing mind.\" Yes; to get money.—\"None\nso blind as they that will not see.\" Yes; they that can-\nnot see.—\"Nothing but what is good for something.\"\nNot so; nothing is not good for any thing.—\"Every thing\nhath an end.\" Not so; a ring hath none, for it is round.—\n\"Money is a great comfort.\" Not when it brings a thief\nto the gallows.—\"The world is a long journey.\" Not so;\nthe sun goes over it every day.—\"lt is a great way to\nthe bottom of the sea.\" Not so; it is but a stone's cast.—\n\"A friend is best found in adversity.\" Not so; for then\nthere's none to be found.—\"The pride of the rich makes\nthe labour of the poor.\" Not so; the labours of the poor\nmake the pride of the rich."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "814", "page_fin": "815", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Jack R. Flanagan", "titre_sommaire": "Jack R. Flanagan", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "814", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2497, "texte": "JACK FLANAGAN came from Australia. He is a big\nhusky fellow with reddish brown cheeks, but he never\nlived in the bush of his native country. He had a lot of il-\nlusions, but he has lost them, or better, has set them aside\ntemporarily. Here are a few speciments of the work he\nbrought over, hoping to capture successes. But he wasn't\nstubborn. He realized that if people don't care for fan-\ntastic illustrations of Homer or of Shakespeare, but are\nin sore need of whiskey placards, fashion designs and\nautomobile advertisements, they must be given them. He\ndoesn't baulk and he doesn't grumble and his \"commer-\ncial art\" was readily accepted in the short time since\nhe arrived. A few specimens of his work reproduced on\nthese pages might show you what he can do. His short\nautobiography is a good photograph of the man.\n\"One of the most interesting days of my life occurred\non the 23rd July, 1895. It was important inasmuch as\non that day I first beheld the light and found that the\ngreatest aim in life was to make as much row as possible.\nI didn't have the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth,\na circumstance which gave rise to the inference made by\ncertain of my \"not altogether\" complimentary friends that\nthe ordinary-sized silver spoon, had it been present,\ncouldn't even in its Wildest dreams, hope to attract atten-\ntion, as I was well provided by Nature with means to\nrender its discovery a difficult task.\n\"As a small boy, my sole ambition in life was to con-\nduct defunct persons to their last resting place; forsooth\n'twas to become a hearse driver, but the caprices of For-\ntune are as changeful as they are disconcerting, and 'twas\nwilled otherwise. Slowly but surely the occupation about\nwhich I had dreamt waking dreams was weeded out of\nme by the ever-increasing demands of the platitudes of\nlife, but my material relationship managed to retain the\nseed which had fired my youthful imagination, and under\na constant application of, the watering-can of study, it\nendeavored to blossom again in the form of an art which\nwalks hand in hand with Death and Mystery.\n\"In 1914, the Michael Angelo of Australian Art, in\nthe form of Norman Lindsay, one of the greatest of living\nblack and white artists, took an interest in my feeble at-\ntempts and set my feet upon the right track and saw that\nI kept them there. Under his influence my work took\non a new aspect and my long cherished ideals with regard\nto undertakers, gushed forth in the tangible form of\n\nJack R. Flanagan"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "815", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 54, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2006, "texte": "drawings depicting murders, ghosts, fiery dragons con- **\nsuming their living human victims, Polyphemus indulging\nin some nut-cracking exercises, Sylla, Charybdis, Cerebas\nand all the hosts of imagination found in me a willing\ndisciple.\n\"When the flood-gates of murder and pillage were\nthrown open in Europe, I had an opportunity of por-\ntraying things as I saw them, but as the outlet in my native\ntown, Sydney, was already taxed to its utmost, I turned\nmy thoughts to fresh fields and pastures new. I imagined\nin my folly that the great land of the stars and stripes\nwould offer an unlimited scope for my enthusiasm, but I\nwas doomed to disappointment.\n\"America is a land of metamorphosis; men come here\nfilled with zeal and eager to assist in carrying the torch\nand spreading the light. But commercialism flaunts its\nbanner and lo! what was a soul is transformed into some\nnonentity whose one aspiration is to invent the most in-\ngenius and original arrangements of tone, the ultimate ob-\nject of which is the glorification of some jam label. Yet\nin these craven times when Death walks so disastrously\nthrough the garden of life and the struggle for existence\nisn't altogether an easy problem, one must endeavor to\nbanish such retrograde thoughts and hail the god of com-\nmerce as a conqueror, brush aside all ideals, for they must\nbe considered transitory, and rush more into the vortex\nof jam labels and car-cards, for therein lies salvation and\nthe means of grubbing a shy crust from a reluctant world\n—thus does America metamorphose.\n\"Should it be decreed that I could indulge in illustra-\ntions which could become the attainment of my ambition,\nI should die happy could I leave behind me illustrated edi-\ntions of Rabelais, Boccacio, Dante, Scott, Stevenson, Croix\nde Chansons, Aristophanes Comedies, The Arabian Nights,\nHomer's Odyssey and The Iliad, any of Shakespear's\ncomedies or tragedies and such masterpieces as Cervantes'\n\"Don Quixote.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "815", "page_fin": "815", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.16.3", "titre_corps": "From the Sublime to the Ridiculeour.", "titre_sommaire": "From the Sublime to the Ridiculeour.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "815", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 52, "texte": "From the Sublime to the Ridiculeour."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "815", "page_fin": "815", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.16.4", "titre_corps": "THE WAITER SLIPPED VPON THE FLOOR AND.AS YOV SEE.VPSET THE BOAR", "titre_sommaire": "THE WAITER SLIPPED VPON THE FLOOR AND.AS YOV SEE.VPSET THE BOAR", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "815", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 2008, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2071, "texte": "THE WAITER SLIPPED VPON THE FLOOR\nAND.AS YOV SEE.VPSET THE BOAR"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "816", "page_fin": "817", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "A Social Uplift Story", "titre_sommaire": "A Social Uplift Story", "signature_source": "After the German of Steven Grossman by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "816", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6458, "texte": "The Benefactor\nA Social Uplift Story\n\nON a New Year's day, 1925, the multi-millionaire,\nCharles K. R. Azy, announced in all metropolitan\nnewspapers: \"I have decided to pay a young working-man\nwho can prove that he has worked for at least ten years\nin a coal mine, a trip around the world. He will travel\nin the company of my own private secretary, he will start\nout in New York, go to Japan, to India, across the Red\nSea to Europe, stay awhile on the Riviera, go to Italy,\nFrance, Germany, Scandinavia and Russia, and return,\nafter visiting Asia, Egypt and South Africa, to New York.\nIf he wishes to go to Australia he is welcome to do so\nand to tour the country for three months. The trip will\nlast three years; I will grant him one year's stay in New\nYork in order to prepare himself properly to study foreign\nlanguages. Coal miners, not younger than thirty years,\ncan enter this competition. The conditions are as follows:\n\"First:—He has to be a coal miner for at least ten\nyears.\n\"Second must be intelligent, he must have a keen\ngift of observation and be very vivacious.\n\"Third:—He must agree to work ten more years after\nhis return in one of my coal mines.\n\"As judges in this competition, there will be six inde-\npendent men nominated by the best known authors of\nAmerica.\n\"I will endow the winner with 30,000 pounds sterling\nwhich shall enable him to live comfortably. I personally\nwill not meet the applicant before his return to New\nYork.\"\n(Signed) CHARLES K. R. AZY.\nAbout six thousand men applied for the trip. Two\nhundred and forty were chosen and their names placed\nupon the ballot. There was no graft whatever connected\nwith the election and Francis Rooth of New Orleans, a\nman of about thirty-two years of age, was the lucky one.\nRooth was a single man and he looked rather old for\nhis age, but one doesn't work in a coal mine for thirteen\nyears without showing signs of hard work. His bearded\nface was serious and skinny. His eyes were sad-looking\nand his tall figure was slightly bent over. As a young\nman, he had written poems to a young girl. He had\nenclosed them in his application, but he himself had lost\nthe sense of beauty he had expressed in the poems of his\nyouth. Anyhow, he had sent in his application more as a\njoke following his quick impulse. He never expected an\nanswer. One nice morning, they called him into the\noffices of the mine and told him that he, Francis Rooth,\nwould enjoy the three years trip around the world.\nAnd at first he didn't feel even happy. He heard the\nwords but he couldn't quite believe them.\n\"You don't even smile?\" asked the superintendent.\n\"Oh yes, I do,\" replied Francis, and he did his best to\ngrin in a friendly way.\nThe superintendent again read to him all conditions of\nthe agreement, and then he asked him to sign it.\n\"There is one thing of importance,\" he said. \"You\nhave to agree to work ten years in our coal mine after\nyou return from the trip. Mr. K. R. Azy does not wish\nto enstrange you from your chosen life work and there-\nfore he wishes me to point out to you that he is a mem-\nber of the Hinkerton Protective Agency and would not\nhesitate to use its influence to brings you back to work\nif you should change your mind. Of course, these are\nonly extremes but one should think of everything in sign-\ning an agreement.\"\nFrancis Rooth signed the agreement.\nFor one year he lived in New York and acquired a good\nknowledge of French, German and Italian. He studied\nthe art of being well dressed, and how to associate with\nwomen. He received piano lessons. His mentor took him\nto the opera and to theatres. He became an expert in\nsailing, rowing, driving and motoring. He lived in a\nlittle house on the sea-shore and his daily companion was\na young artist who drew his attention to the beauties of j\nthe sea, to the wonders of the setting sun and to the\nmiracles of Spring and Winter. A young cousin of this\nartist was frequently their vistior and from her here- ,\nceived the last touches in culture and, refinement.\nOn the fifteenth of October, 1925, Francis Rooth\nboarded the big English steamer, Victoria, and a young\npainter accompanied him as private secretary. A messen-\nger of Mr. K. R. Azy handed to him a cheque book,\nenabling him to draw money in every big city of both\nhemispheres.\nIt is impossible to describe how Francis Rooth enjoyed\nthese three years. The Japanese world of wonders, the\neternal splendor of Indian forests, the elegance of the\nRiviera, the ever-changing firmament with sun and stars\nduring their travels upon all the seas,* his friendship with\nthe painter, the longing letters from the cousin left be-\nhind, the Parisian indulgences, the beauty of the Nordic\nscenery, a night upon the desert below a yellow sky; the\ntravels on the Trans-Siberian railroad through solitude i\nand quietude and suddenly in Moscow, the majesty of the\nKremnil, a summer month in Venice, lying in the sun\non the beach almost naked next to the most beautiful\nwomen of Europe. In Rome he worshipped Michael\nAngelo, in Nice he /had the wildest carnivals of his life\nand then again he was in Asia Minor near the places re-\nvered and worshipped by millions. His friend, the artist,\nhad letters of introduction to the nicest and kindest people\non earth. He met the big poets of Europe, he met the\ngreatest among the living and he met women with bad\nreputations. He was the guest in palaces and in castles\nand he visited the poor in their dungeon holes. His\nmost wonderful day he lived in Java, but of that, we\ncan speak another time.\nOn the 15th of October, 1928, he landed in New York\nand everything seemed to him like the beautiful dream of\none night. He wished to call upon Mr. K. R. Azy, but\nhis friend, the painter, said: \"You had better wait; he\nwill send you an invitation.\" On the 19th of October, (\nhe arrived in New Orleans. He went to his old home, i\nand he was shocked by its smallness, darkness and its\npoverty. But without further thought, he opened his J\ntrunks and unpacked the precious things he had bought in\nall parts of the world: Persian carpets, Hungarian em-\nbroideries, Japanese wood-cuts, Chinese porcelain, French\nsilk, English tea-kettles, Turkish smoking things, butter-\nfly boxes from Brazil, stuffed singing birds from India,\nand a hundred other precious and beautiful valuables.\nOn the 20th of October he received orders to start work\nin the coal mine. Suddenly he remembered the agree-\nment, he remembered the Hinkertons who would call for"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "817", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2847, "texte": "him anyhow and so he went to work. On the 23rd of\nOctober he was deep below the surface in his mine, half\nnaked, perspiration running down his hairy body; all\nalone; his little lamp next to him . . . and here he\nhad to labor for eleven hours.\nHe heard water dropping upon the stones, far away\nsounded the hammering of his comrades; he took his\nbread in his black fist and ate it. And in the dark soli-\ntude of the mine, all at once he saw the wonderful dawn\nupon the ocean, the clear blue horizon, the snowy scenery\nof Norway, the carnival at Nice, and suddenly he would\nhear the music of all the orchestras of Paris.\nHe hammered and hammered. And the eleven hours\npassed. After working hours, Francis Rooth kept to\nhimself. He didn't feel like talking, and they called him\n\"haughty.\" He spoke to nobody.\nOn the third day, they called him into the offices of\nthe company. Mr. K. R. Azy awaited him in his richly\nappointed private office.\n\"Do ypu want to change your clothes?\" he was asked.\n\"No.\" \"So much the better.\" Mr. K. R. Azy wished\nto see him anyhow in the attire of a mine worker. Only\na little souvenir for his benefactor, Francis Rooth wished\nto bring over from his home. He could do that in a\nminute.\nHe saw his benefactor for the first time.\nA lazy, pale, greasy man was seated almost lying in a\nbig upholstered arm-chair. His puffed-up face seemed\ndrowsy. His fat hand indicated a slow movement as a\ngreeting.\n\"Take a seat, Mr. Rooth, and tell me how you feel?\"\n\"Thank you, I prefer to stand up. Do you want a\ndetailed description of my travels or just the important\nthings? Where shall I start?\"\nThe spongy face smiled lazily; \"Oh no, please don't,\nyou shall tell me how you feel now.\"\nFrancis Rooth had suspected that the multi-millionaire\nwould not ask for the adventures of his trip around the\nworld. Therefore he had put into his pocket the little\nsouvenir. But just to be sure, he asked again; \"Shall I\ntell you about India ... or about the nights in\nNorway ... or about our tiger huntingTn India?\"\nThe pale fat face smiled still more lazily and the hideous\nmassive greasy hand pointed down to the floor: \"No. no,\nmy dear man, leave alone those things. How are you\nfeeling right now, down there in that coal mine where you\nare going to spend the next ten years of your life?\"\nIt was very quiet in the private offices of his benefactor.\nFrancis Rooth put his hand into the pocket where he\nhad placed his souvenir, out came quick as lightning a\ngun and he shot down his benefactor, Mr. Charles K. R.\nAzy with three well-directed master shots. One entered\nthe temple and two went into his stomach.\nThe jurymen of New Orleans acquitted him unani-\nmously after he had related to them the story of his trip\naround the world and his conversation with his benefactor.\n\nAfter the German of Steven Grossman by Guido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "817", "page_fin": "817", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "Oscar Wilde, Zola, Buffalo Bill and Airships", "titre_sommaire": "Oscar Wilde, Zola, Buffalo Bill and Airships", "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": "817", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 2849, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5745, "texte": "Oscar Wilde, Zola, Buffalo Bill and\nAirships\nA special correspondent of a Vienna literary journal\n** published some time ago an interesting account of\nan illegitimate son of Oscar Wilde. How much of the\nstory is true and how much is fantastic is hard to say.\nThe young man in question was stopping in one of the\nbest hotels in Budapest, Hungary, and called himself\nOscar Voini. He is thirty years of age, of Herculean\nstature, clean shaven, and has, like his father, thick black\nhair. He is a member of a company of circus performers.\nWilde met the dancer while she was playing in a Lon-\ndon variety show and became very fond of her. They\nwere seen much together and friends of Wilde proclaimed\nthat he was in love with his new friend. To fulfill an-\nother engagement she had to go to Paris. Later she met\nWilde in the city on the Seine and stayed there a few\nweeks after her engagement was fulfilled, spending most\nof her time with Wilde. After Wilde returned to Lon-\ndon and some time had passed he received from the law-\nyer, Hugo Zola, who was a relative of his and related to\nthe French poet ancl author Zola, a communication in\nwhich he was notified that his prior sweetheart was look-\ning forward to the joy of motherhood. At the same time\nthe lawyer advised Wilde to give the dancer 20,000 francs\nto avoid possible scandal. A \"certain Howard Douglas\"\npaid this amount to save Wilde from public disgrace.\nCamilla Voini, who is said also to have been the sweet-\nheart of Wilde's lawyer gave her child the name Oscar\nand had him educated in Rennes, France. Wilde met\nthe dancer shortly after his depature from Reading, in\nFlorence, Italy, and the meeting came to a very vehement\nscene on the street, in which the poet accused the woman\nof blackmailing him. Buffalo Bill was in Florence at\nthe same time. He met Camilla Voini, gave her an en-\ngagement, took her with him to America, where she is\nsupposed to have earned a fortune at dancing. Little\nOscar also came to America and Buffalo Bill had him\neducated as a circus artist.\nAbout two years ago the young man, grown to man-\nhood, built, in company with his adopted father, an aero-\nplane, but was injured in his first attempt at flying. After\nhis health had been restored he continued to follow his\nprofession as circus rider and went abroad. He is at the\npresent time a member of a Russian circus.\nThis is the despatch of the Budapest Hungary, special\ncorrespondent of \"Neues Wiener Journal,\" one of the\nleading dailies of Vienna, published on the 22d of March\nin the telegram section of this paper. It might be the\noffspring of the active brain of a press agent or a fantastic\nstory linked with the name of Oscar whose books\nare now more widely read in Austria-Hungary and Ger-\nmany than any other country in the world, and who cre-\nated more schools among the younger generation of liter-\nary men than any genius of their own country."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "818", "page_fin": "819", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "818", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4680, "texte": "In Our Village\n\nThe Menace of the Autobuses\n1 DON'T know if the Fifth Avenue Coach Company\nleased Washington Square, and, if so, I do not doubt\nthe legality of. their action. But it is highly deplorable\nthat the 35,000 children of Greenwich Village are robbed\nof their only playground and that the peacefulness of the\nSquare has to be disturbed by the brutal militarism of\nits employees. The buses are lined up from the Arch\nto the south side of the Square. It is a regular terminal\nstation with conductors and motormen waiting for their\nturn to assume their duties, a dozen or more signs advise\nthe public where they are allowed to stay and await a\nbus, and where they must not loiter. The playground\nback of the fountain is roped up into squares, and again,\nsigns tell you that this section is for Riverside Drive buses\nand that section for St. Nicholas Avenue buses and so on;\nall the routes of the buses. Big barrels with oil are up\non the side-walk and the traffic on Fourth Street is seri-\nously hindered by buses which are taking on new supplies.\nThompson Street in the afternoon and in the evening is\nclosed to the traffic, being used as a car park. I did not\ntake time and trouble to find out if the franchise of the\nFifth Avenue Coach Company grants them the right\nto use our streets and the Square for all these purposes.\nBut I cannot quite see why a pleasure institution which\naffords to a very limited number of people only the privi-\nlege of a joy ride, should disturb to such a degree the\nprivacy of an entire residential neighbourhood. The un-\ngodly noises caused by the cranking of motors, by the\nhundreds of people who think it a privilege to await\nin the roped off sections their turn, to occupy one of the\ntwenty-four seats on top of the bus, and by the everything\nbut gentle voices of the guards in green uniforms who\nhave to be forgiven for their impoliteness and their Cos-\nsack . manners, are a constant nuisance to rentpayers of\nGreenwich Village.\nTo rely upon the buses as a means of transportation,\nis out of the question. Even if they had the ambition\nto furnish a regular service the traffic congestion on Fifth\nAvenue from 10 o'clock in the morning until six o'clock\nin the evening must prevent them from rendering any\nservices whatsoever. This bus service is a convenience\nfor sight-seers and a pleasant institution for people in-\nclined to take a cheap joy-ride. But why should the\nchildren of Greenwich Village pay the bill by being de-\nprived of their playgrounds and why should the residents\nof Washington Square, who are paying the high rentals\nof a residential neighbourhood, be annoyed by these boister-\nous mass meetings of prospective bus passengers, and live\nso to say in the \"open shop\" of the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany ?\nSomething About Our Eating Places\nOF course we, who do not take advantage of the table\nd'hote of our hotels and who do not live in real\ncross your heart apartments, eat, too. And if not every\nday three meals, at least one. We feel we have to do\nthat, more perhaps to keep up appearances before ourselves\nthan for any other reason. And then there are times when\none hates the looks of the kitchenette or that corner in the\nstudio dedicated to the production of coffee, tea and other\nnecessities.\nWhere do we go to? (No, this is not to advertise our\nadvertisers. Everybody knows what I am going to say\nand therefore I am perfectly safe in saying it).\nThere is of course the ancient and revered Brevoort,\nand then the Lafayette with its show tables of domino-\nplaying geniuses. It is nice to drop in these places, espe-\ncially around the first if one can afford to have a meal\nthere. One always will meet friends or acquaintances.\nThere is that ominous corner in the breakfast room (ask\nTom Sleeper, he knows). It's so pleasant there, one for-\ngets to go home until the waiters sweep you out in the\nmorning, together with cigarette stumps and other things\nwhich will be of use again to-morrow but which have\nserved their purpose to-day.\nThe Greenwich Village Inn is a good place to take a\nmeal if you haven't the inclination to make acquaintances\nand talk over your black coffee to interesting people. You\nmeet them there galore and such sessions while highly en-\ntertaining and profitable, prove rather time-absorbing. But\nPolly's cooking has a distinction of its own.\nGonfarone's is the Italian place, with red ink and roast\nchicken and all that sort of thing. O. Henry liked it and\nso do a good many others who love music \"while they\ndine.\" Luigis Black Cat\" which was Mazzini's, and\nprevious to that \"The Chat Noir,\" is the dancing resort.\nVery unexpectedly, while you are trying to detect a morsel"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "819", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3738, "texte": "of meat on the roasted bone of a chicken, deeply absorbed\nin your work, a terrible player piano like thunder from\nblue skies, will call dance enthusiasts to a fox-trot or a\nTurkish patrol. Luigi is an autocrat in his place and tells\nyou exactly what to do and what not to do, and if you\ndon't like it he doesn't care a bit if you go and never re-\nturn.\nThe Candlestick Tea Room with its many candles and\nits good southern kitchen represents the conservative ele-\nment where one can hear his own word, and everybody\nseems anxious to contribute to the peaceful character of\nthe dining-room. Mellow poetesses found here the orange\nmeeting place of their sorority. They whisper sonnets and\npoems and dine on vegetables.\nThe Greenwich Village Kitchen (Edna owns it who\nused to preside in The Dutch Oven), looks more or less\nlike \"Child's.\" The tablecloth is spotlessly white and not\neven the chairs are purple or pale yellow. They serve a\nboiled dinner which looks like a still life by Cezanne, so\nsubstantial and so natural. Edna's lobster salad is a mas-\nterpiece of a futuristic sculpture of the vortex school. The\nhighbrows of the Village assemble here lately and it is\nquite international. Scotch, Irish and the language spoken\nin Boston can be heard quite frequently. And the far\nwest, as far as Seattle, Washington, is well represented.\nThe Dutch Oven beneath the Liberal Club polished the\nleaves of its two trees and is ready to serve meals in its\ngarden.\nAnd now we have also a retreat and regular coffee house\n(European style), a tearoom where one can go even if he\ndoes not intend to spend a dollar for tea. Ethel Unger\nrented a basement beneath the Paint Box. She calls it\nthe Rabbit Hole. Of course everything has to have a\nfunny name. That is so in the Village. But Ethel knows\nwhat she is about. She wants to create a quiet place for\none to read his paper. But will there be space enough in\nher cellar for all her guests if she really carries out her\nidea to keep on her shelves magazines in all languages and\ninteresting books and pamphlets, especially after she prom-\nised to have comfortable chairs, even wicker chairs. And\nnot to forget the one place where everybody leaves mes-\nsages and packages and buys stamps and does his telephon-\ning: Rossi Brothers, right beneath the Garret.\nAlice Palmer left for the summer and Sidney Powell in\nhis green Chinese coat is the sole ruler of the Village store.\nHe likes green. His eyes are green. His necktie, his\nstockings and his lounging coat are green, and therefore\nhe painted his store flaming green. He did it all by him-\nself under the experienced supervision of Anton Hellman,\nwho is partly responsible for mixing the colors.\nPepe Brothers, the real estate kings, who have a monop-\noly upon every house, every cellar, every cobby hole in the\nVillage, are responsible for those pretty white houses with\ngreen window boxes which meet your eyes pleasantly\namong the sordid ruins of old dilapidated mansions and\nbrick buildings all over the Village. Mr. Pepe contem-\nplates transforming during the summer months a few more\nprivate residences into studio buildings.\nCharles Dorr, who last year wrote and staged a musical\ncomedy successfully, will shortly leave New York for Nar-\nragensett Pier, where he represents the New York Times\nand other metropolitan newspapers.\nTom Sleeper spent two busy days in Greenwich Village\nlast week. He is collecting material for some-of his \"hu-\nman interest\" stories. Verily he gathered a bushel of it,\nhaving been so ably assisted in his endeavors by Djuna\nBarnes and Jack MacGrath. Peggy O'Neil contributed\nalso from the treasure-box of her experiences after having\ntransferred her beauty spot from the left cheek to the right."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "818", "page_fin": "818", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.19.1", "titre_corps": "A few animals who loiter upon the Square", "titre_sommaire": "A few animals who loiter upon the Square", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "818", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 4682, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4722, "texte": "A few animals who loiter upon the Square"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "819", "page_fin": "819", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.19.2", "titre_corps": "Emilio, Our Fruitseller", "titre_sommaire": "Emilio, Our Fruitseller", "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": "819", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 3740, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3763, "texte": "Emilio, Our Fruitseller"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "819", "page_fin": "819", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.19.3", "titre_corps": "At the Fruit Wagon", "titre_sommaire": "At the Fruit Wagon", "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": "819", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 3765, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3783, "texte": "At the Fruit Wagon"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "819", "page_fin": "819", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.19.4", "titre_corps": "\"Tony”", "titre_sommaire": "\"Tony”", "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": "819", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 3785, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3791, "texte": "\"Tony”"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "820", "page_fin": "820", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "The True Story of \"Pirate” Kidd", "titre_sommaire": "The True Story of \"Pirate” Kidd", "signature_source": "N. Tourneur", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "820", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6045, "texte": "The True Story of \"Pirate” Kidd\nN. Tourneur\nrTI HE true story of Captain Kidd proves the accuracy\nof the old saying that \"truth will out in the long\nrun.\" Few men have been given a more sinister reputa-\ntion than Captain William Kidd, master mariner of New\nYork, privateersman,—and \"pirate!\" Yet, of the most\nsanguinary sea-rovers of the seventeenth century, the\ncharacter of this early New York seaman has been entirely\ncleared through the recent discovery of documentary\nevidence.\nHenry Morgan, Lollonois, De Grammoftt, and others\nare known to us as notorious pirates. But more familiar\nthan any of them is Captain William Kidd, around whom\nmany a ballad and sea chaunty has been written and sung\non shore and on forecastle head. In song and story and\ntradition he has always been represented as a most blood-\nthirsty seaman, scuttling merchant vessels, leaving not a\nsoul of their crews to tell any tales, and hiding immense\nhoards of treasure, for which men search even at this\npresent day. But, the actual facts of his case reveal this\nNew Yorker to have been a most misused and unfortunate\nman, who was betrayed to the gallows through the silence\nof others.\nIn the early times of the English occupation of New\nYork, the shipping was almost at a standstill owing to\nthe buccaneers plundering the vessels of all nations. So\ndaring were they, that they even swooped down on the\nvessels in the harbor, and cut them out under the very\neyes of the Governor and the townsfolk, who were help-\nless owing to all the men-of-war then being used in de-\nfense of England's home waters against the French.\nLord Bellamount, the Governor, therefore, in 1695,\ntogether with others, including King William Third of\nEngland, the Lord Chancellor, and Lord Romney, char-\ntered a vessel, the Adventure Galley, commanded by Cap-\ntain Kidd, to proceed against the pirates. Kidd had pre-\nviously commanded a licensed packet sailing regularly\nbetween London and New York- He was a man of sub-\nstance, had gotten himself three large vessels, and was\naccounted by all as a trustworthy, fair-dealing man. His\nhome in Pearl Street was one of the most luxuriously\nfurnished in New York, and boasted of the first Turkish\ncarpet brought across the Atlantic.\nToward the end of April, 1695, then, Captain Kidd\nsailed out of Plymouth, England, to cruize under the\nKing's commission for the destruction of pirates in Amer-\nican waters. For a time he took many prizes, and, as an\nadditional reward of his strenuous action in putting down\nthe sea-rovers, was voted the sum of two hundred and\nfifty pounds sterling by the Legislature. The commis-\nsion granted him by William Third authorized him to\ncapture French and other vessels of England's enemies.\nFor the greater part of 1698, however he cruized without\nmaking all prizes, and his crew became restless. On sight-\ning a Dutch ship, the \"Loyal Captain,\" they mutinied,\nand sought to take her. But Kidd refused to go into\naction, and in the quarrel with the mutineers' leader,\nMoore, the gunner, the captain struck him in self-defence,\nso that he died the next day.\nShortly after this tragic episode, when the \"Adventure\nGalley\" was off Montauk Point, Long Isalnd, she fell in\nwith the French merchantman, the \"Quedagh Merchant,\"\na vessel owned by Irishmen settled in Bordeaux, and after\na fierce hand-to-hand fight, she was captured. Her\ntreasure and cargo, Captain Kidd transferred to his own\nvessel, and then he sailed for Gardiner's Island, situated\nat the entrance of the sheet of water separating Long\nIsland from the mainland. Here he buried most of the\ntreasure which was his portion.\nWhen, however, he put into Boston some months later\nto refit, the magistrates, to serve their own ends, detained\nhim on the suspicion of having exceeded his commission.\nNot only did they take from him his ship's papers, but the\nactual commission itself granted him by King William.\nCaptain Kidd at once appealed to Lord Bellamount for\nprotection, on the grounds that the Governor himself\nknew his enterprise was authorized and, too, had shared\nin the profits of it. But already Bellamount was at enmity\nwith him, owing chiefly, it is set forth, to Kidd's. refusal\nfor a readjustment of the division of the spoils giving\nthe Governor a larger share. He abandoned the captain\nto his fate, and Kidd was sent across to London for trial.\nAt Old Bailey, London, Kidd, instead of being charged,\nas he expected, with having exceeded his commission which\nthe production of his ship's papers and the commission\nfrom the King wouTd have at once disproved—was charged\nwith the death of Gunner Moore. One of his crew,\nPalmer, who had sided with Moore, gave the chief\nevidence.\nThe luckless captain had but little money in hand with\nwhich to provide lawyers and counsel to defend him.\nHis ship's papers and commission, which would have testi-\nfied he was an authorized officer maintaining discipline\nagainst mutineers, and that he was no pirate, were held\nback by the authorities. He was tricked most basely into\nsilence as regards Lord Bellamount, the Lord Chancellor,\nand, above all others, as to the King's participation in his\nenterprise; he was found guilty; and, instead of being\nreprieved, as he had been led to understand, in considera-\ntion of his silence concerning his co-partners, Kidd was\nhanged in chains in 1701.\nIt has long been the belief that Kidd buried untold\n'wealth in various places on Long Island, and on the shores\nof South Carolina. With the exception of that cache\nfound in \"Kidd's Hollow\", near Cherry Tree Harbor,\nGardiner's Island, no others have been discovered. Out\nof \"Kidd's Hollow\" was lifted part of the Quedagh Mer-\nchant's treasure. Of gold, in coins, bars, and dust, there\nwere 750 ounces; of silver, 560; and of precious stones,'\nsixteen ounces. It has to be pointed out that only during\nhis'last, ill-fated cruize did he fail to put into Boston or\nNew York to land the spoils for sharing with his co-\npartners. Lord Bellamount saw to that!\nN. P. Yet he it was who sent Kidd to the gallows."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c034", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c034", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "820", "page_fin": "820", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "Nocturne", "titre_sommaire": "Nocturne", "signature_source": "Alfred Kreymborg", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "820", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 6047, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6260, "texte": "Nocturne\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThe pantaloons are dancing,\ndancing through the night,\npure white pantaloons,\nunderneath the moon,\non a jolly wash line,\nskipping from my room,\nover to Miranda,\nwho washed them this noon."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c035", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c035", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "821", "page_fin": "822", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "The Yen-Shee Eater", "titre_sommaire": "The Yen-Shee Eater", "signature_source": "Sadakichi Hartmann", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "821", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6312, "texte": "The Yen-Shee Eater\nBy Sadakichi Hartmann\nPass the booz, should be kind of funny to lush\n* in this fine joint. Yes, on yer life she would get\nup on her pins to-day. Take a walk in the woods and\npick walnuts. Wouldn't faze her a bit, she would put on\nher swagger cloe's and make the aristocrats look like\ncounterfeits.\"\nBill Nimmack gave a sigh of relief. The worst was\nover. For three days Florida May had lain in.high fever\nat the hotel-room, doubled up with the innions, a pain\nnn the stomach caused from inhaling opium smoke, and\nhalloeing for cocaine and yen-shee and what not, and as\nthe poor innocent youth could not procure what might\nhave given her relief, she would keep up a constant flow\nof profanity until she fell back into a stupor. And he in\nimmaculate tailor-made had been camping in an armchair,\nemptying half a bottle of whiskey every night, afraid of\ncatching some disease and still more afraid that some\nguests might make a complaint which would necessitate\ntheir departure.\nHe had been exploring Chinatown a few nights ago,\nand finally after Chow Main and rose wine cantering to\nthe elevated he noticed a woman moaning in a dark\nhallway. He inquired why she did not go home.\niHome?\" she muttered with a reckless laugh, \"I have\no home. I roost here.\" Despite her bedraggled ap-\nearance, something in her personality had attracted him,\n3r Bill Nimmack was young, amorous and looking for\ndventures. She got up, looking him over and apparently\nitisfied with her scrutiny, asked him if he had ever seen\nh cat hitting the pipe, if he had plenty of \"sugar\" and\nf/ould cough up she would be his Jack Connors.\nThus they proceeded to feel their way along dark lanes,\nto climb over roofs and down skylight stairs until they\ngained admission in some vile-smelling, dismally lighted\nden that looked like a steerage compartment with a few\nsqualid forms huddled away in the bunks. They squatted\non the foul bamboo mat and the silent dope distributor\n)roduced from some rear closet two hollowed out lichi\nluts with lids made of playing cards. Bill Nimmack\nooked about and watched with wonder a big black tom-\n:at that had crawled upon the girl's chest and scratched\nit her sleeves as she cooked a pill at the flame of a small\nilcohol lamp. Greedily sucking at the pipe she blew the\npioke into the cat's face. After a few repetitions, the\n:at rolled over stupefied. Bill Nimmack almost did the\n>ame. He could stand it no longer and so they went\n:o a saloon. There she confided to him the \"customary\"\nitory of her life. She came of a decent family and had\npeople in some up state town. She had received an adi-\nlation and could hammer the pianner. Then she had\nirifted to Chinatown and there she had stuck to drink\nind drugs. She was no shillyshally. She could sling a\new slugs. She had caused one of the Tong feuds. Her\nnan was a Japanee on a sal'. He had been kind to her,\nie had bought her one of those ragtime fonogra. For a\nime he needed no plumber. Now his pipe were froze,\nie had called her a noisy sneak. She would not take any\n|112 his guff, not she. Bill Nimmack thought hard. He\npas a good-hearted fellow. He thought that a week's\nracation in the country where she could breathe some\nfresh air and get back her strength would do her good.\nShe was of the same opinion. \"You are a six spot, a\nwhite chip. You give me de hunch of my life.\" And so\nit came about that young Bill Nimmack, the only son\nof the leading hay-feed merchant of Waterburg, roomed\nand boarded with Florida May in one of the swellest\nhotels in the Catskills. Until now she had not much\nchance for recuperation, bellowing and howling as she had\nbeen all the time for some impossible drug, but to-day there\nhad come a change over her.\nShe really looked quite handsome in the new hat and\ngown that he had bought her. She walked rather slouch-\nily and there was no color in her face, but it was after all\na veritable resurrection. He felt quite proud of his\nmission. And she bubbled over with good spirits. \"Now\nwidout pausin' to cut for deal, I can fluff me skirts and\nsquare me elbows with an air as if I was useter it. My\nnew hat is a peach. Chicago May isn't in it. She has\nonly two feathers on her calaboos. I have 'leven.\" Her\nlanguage, true enough, was exasperating, yet time would\nmend all that. Bill Nimmack's face beamed with happi-\nness as they walked away from the hotel, she leaning on\nhis arm.\nTwo ladies passed them, a big stout Jewish matron\nand her stumpy dark-eyed daughter. The tail end of the\nseason being near, they had shown a decided interest in\nthe pride of Waterburg, having betrayed eagerness to\nmake his acquaintance at various occasions; now surprise\nwas plainly visible on their features. With the young\nfemale, it was a sentiment of regret \"how can you,\"\nand with the older one, an expression of disdain \"I de-\nclare.\" But Bill Nimmack did not care.\nThey merrily climbed a hillside. He would pass his\narm around her waist and stop and kiss her, and theii\nlaugh loudly and throw his arms about m wild gesticula-\ntions. His joy was contagious—she also would laugh,\nthough in a hard sort of a way, as if someone stepped on\nshreds of smashed crockery, a laugh that comes with years\nin Chinatown. They sauntered leisurely through the open\nwoods, making their way through the underbrush and\nwading through pools of water. The bushes were still\nwet with dew. The ground was slippery. She lifted\nher skirts knee-high and he pulled up his trousers showing\n.his elastics, and whenever they stumbled, they bumped\nagainst each other and both would laugh. Now and then\nthey would stop in silence, and she, after inhaling deeply,\nwould blow out the smoke of her cigarette through her\nnostrils into his face.\nIt was all so new to her, the fields whitened with wild\ncarrots, the hues of yellow, red and purple, the breezy\nsky, the blue distances. The sun was mounting in the\nsky and radiated everything. Oh, this was fun indeed.\nThey skipped about and he pinched her and she hit at\nhim. Then they began to pick walnuts and trying to\nopen them, got their fingers all brown, and when they\nstooped to gather the same fruit, they would fall down\nand roll over each other in the grass. And suddenly he\nknelt before her on the moist ground, threw his arms\naround her, buried his face in her lap and behaved like"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "822", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 229, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3302, "texte": "a madman, while she petted him good-naturedly on his\nhead.\nTwo hours later, all wet and covered with brown stains,\ndirty and weary looking, they came down the same way.\nShe was tired out. The cool morning had changed into\na sultry noon. He, considerably sobered, tried to engage\nher in a serious conversation.\n\"How long, May, did you lead this kind of life? he\ninterrupted the silence.\n\"I have been hitting it good and hard for eight years,\nand it wouldn't faze me now if that damned lobby-gow\nhad not told on me. De old snoozer has mixed it all\nup, marbles and chalk.\"\n\"And what on earth is a lobby-gow?\", he asked.\n\"One of those pig-tail heads that rush the growler for\nus skates. He gave the Japanee d steer on me, that I was\nmaking a run on Yen-shee.\"\nBill Nimmack was obliged once more to express his\nignorance as to a certain term in her vocabulary.\n\"Aren't you dead slow, gauzy old fake, its the scrap-\nings from an opium pipe.\"\n\"Heavens, May, and what do you do with it?\"\n\"I'm surprised at youse. Do you think I use it for\na hair tonic.\" .\n\"You mean to say, you chew it—actually swallow it.\nHorrible. And how does it make you feel?\"\n\"It puts you on the bum. You imagine you own Brook-\nlyn Bridge and sell it for ten cents.\"\n\"Why don't you drop it?\"\nShe replied that nothing could break her of the habit\nnow.\n\"You won't live long at that.\"\n\"You ring de bell.\" There was not a note of interest\nin the woman's voice when she made this reply. Bill\nNimmack shuddered. She, a yen-shee eater. No doubt,\nit acted like some slow, but deadly poison, that affected\nthe whole system, intestines and all. She would soon\nlose all traces of beauty, become sodden and grey, and\nend in the morgue.\nWell, another time he would talk more to the point.\nNow it was dinner-time, and he had to get shaved. He\nadvised her to go to their room and dress. When he\ncame out of the barbershop he refreshed himself with\na highball and thereupon hastened to the room. It was\nempty. May! he called. No answer. Then he dis-\ncovered that also her valise was gone. What could it\nmean. He hurried downstairs and almost fell into the\narms of the young Jewish maiden. She looked at him\nwith big eyes and not knowing what to say or do, asked\nhim if he had seen the Chinaman\nWhat Chinaman! With his lady?—\"The lobby-gow\nhas been here,\" he shrieked, and rushed away as one out\nof his wits.\nHe ran to the railway station. A train just pulled out.\nHe caught a glimpse of white at a window and next to\nit a grinning Chinese face. She had gone. He was dazed.\nHe felt like weeping; he did not know whether over\nher departure or his own foolishness. He felt deeply\nhurt. Surely, he had offered her a chance to reform, but\nno, called by the lobby-gow, no doubt with a message\nfrom her Japanee, she had gone away from the colors\nof autumn, the solitude of the woods, the balmy mountain\na;r?—back to the crooked streets, the night life, to fan-tan\nand pie-gow gamblers, to her tribe of cocaine and yen-shee\neaters, to her wonderful opium-smoking cat, back to the\nblack smoke which endures over all change and decay."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c036", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c036", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "822", "page_fin": "822", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "Sing Song of Thoughts", "titre_sommaire": "Sing Song of Thoughts", "signature_source": "Florence Lowe", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "822", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 3304, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3701, "texte": "Sing Song of Thoughts\nFlorence Lowe\nThrobbing, sobbing, the dream music falters and dies,\nThe low, vibrating cadence, that never was,\nIs gone ....\nCrash! the barbarous cymbal's brazen voice\nScreams, \"I am real,\nThou canst not but hear me!\"\nThe Model's Song\nSeconds, seconds, tic, toe, tic,\nDragging, lagging, fly more quick,\nNew love, true love, fill my song,\nTic, toe, tic, toe, long, long, long!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c037", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c037", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[806]", "page_fin": "[806]", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[806]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 224, "fin_caractere_exclue": 562, "texte": "OSCAR WILDE\nHIS LIFE AND CONFESSIONS\nBy FRANK HARRIS\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\nA ddress ,"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c038", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c038", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[806]", "page_fin": "[806]", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[806]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 564, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1258, "texte": "CHARLES 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 foil 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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Unique and original\ndesigns in patchwork. Cushions made to order.\nCall or write Sessers Studio Co., 82 Washington\nPL, N. Y. 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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. 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Washington Square\nCor. of MacDougal Street"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c055", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c055", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[824]", "page_fin": "[824]", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.42", "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": "[824]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 507, "fin_caractere_exclue": 706, "texte": "Being a book\nIN WHICH\nwe say just what we think. Published every month by Norman-Bel Geddes at 171 Wilson Avenue\nin Detroit, Michigan. It is a little book uniquely illustrated. Write for sample copy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-01-01-c056", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01#c056", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[824]", "page_fin": "[824]", "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=bmtnaaq19160701-01.2.43", "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": "[824]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 708, "fin_caractere_exclue": 913, "texte": "I BUY BOOKS\nSingle volumes, small lots, and libraries; autograph letters of known literary men and\nartists, drawings, pictures and engravings. 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A.\nPhone: Stuyvesant 4570 Edison"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET ON\nWASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents July Ist, 1916\n\nNEWS\nITEM\nToday there was no\ngain on either side"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[806]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright by Guido Bruno, July Ist, 1916. Origins matter,\nincluding 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\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\nA ddress ,\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 foil 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": "[807]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 3\nJULY Ist, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno,\n\nAmantium Irae\nErnest Dowson\nWHEN this, our rose, is faded,\nAnd these, our days, are done,\nIn lands profoundly shaded\nFrom tempest and from sun:\nAh, once more come together,\nShall we forgive the past,\nAnd safe from worldly weather\nPossess our souls at last?\nOr in our place of shadows\nShall still we stretch an hand\nTo green, remembered meadows,\nOf that old pleasant land?\nAnd vainly there foregathered,\nShall we regret the sun?\nThe rose of love, ungathered?\nThe bay, we have not won?\nAh, child! the world's dark marges\nMay lead to Nevermore,\nThe stately funeral barges\nSail for an unknown shore,\nAnd love we vow to-morrow,\nAnd pride we serve to-day:\nWhat if they both should borrow\nSad hues of yesterday?\nOur pride! Ah, should we miss it,\nOr will it serve at last?\nOur anger, if we kiss it,\nIs like a sorrow past.\nWhile roses deck the garden,\nWhile yet the sun is high,\nDoff sorry pride for pardon,\nOr ever love go by.\n\nEnver Pasha: Turkey’s National Hero\n\nIN a country where family traditions are unknown, where\nthe son bears a different name from the father, where\nreligion forbids a man to ask questions about his wife\nor his children, there it is very rarely known from what\norigin its prominent statesmen and generals come. So\nit happens that men of whom the world has been talking\nfor a while and who are ruling the country, appear sud-\ndenly. Nobody knows where they come from nor how\nthey passed their youth. Here they are, like meteors they\nappear, and in most cases disappear after a short period\nof glory.\nEnver-Pasha—the hero of Rosna, as he was called after\nthe revolution of 1908—seemed predestined to be a na-\ntional hero. He is a tall man about 36 years of age, with\nclean-cut features. He always appears cool, quiet and\nself-conscious. He is unselfish, audacious and full of pure\nidealism. He influences those under his command more\nthrough the example lie sets than through his orders. He\nis recognized and loved by all the honest people in Turkey\nthat do not envy him his popularity.\nThe time he spent in Europe (he got his military edu-\ncation in Germany, and lived for extended periods in\nFrance, Italy and Russia) was decisive not only for his\nfuture career but for his countrymen and the future of\nhis country- He is not one of those short-lived reformers\nthat tear down traditions of centuries and national cus-\ntoms which are rooted deeply in the hearts of his race,\nwithout having better conditions prepared in their stead.\nTherefore, while he respects traditions long adhered to,\nhe shows himself as a genuine Turk.\nIn everything he says and in everything he does the\nmen under his command follow him blindly. And the\nmen at the green tables who are working for reforms in\nthe administration, in finances and in general living con-\nditions, depend upon his judgment and follow his advice.\nOne must have seen this man in full action on the\nbattlefield to realize that he must be the popular hero\nhe is—the man who uses almost autocratically the troops\nunder his command, but always as means to one end, the\nrestoration of the honor of Turkish arms and of the\nTurkish empire.\nIt was on March 3, 1912, after the daring night attack\nof Sidi-Abdullah. The Turko-Arabic lines were under\nheavy fire. Bullets from high above, from the quickly\nerected Italian fortifications, bullets from the gunboats,\nhere and there exploding bombs thrown from somewhere\nand tearing soil and rocks to pieces. Enver is kneeling\namid his men behind an istikam (a sort of hurriedly cre-\nated fortification). The Italians shoot well. It seems to\nrain bullets. Suddenly Enver changes his position. He\ngets up and looks at his right hip, which is crimson colored.\nHe opens his blouse, removes nonchalantly the belt and\ntakes a bullet from his red, sticky underwear. He takes\nthe bullet with his two fingers and tlfrows it away like\nthe butt of a cigarette. He calls a sergeant who stands\nnear by and asks him to bandage the wound, acks another\nneighbor for a cigarette and resumes his old position,\nwatching the continued fighting.\nAnd then October 18, just a few days before the peace\ntreaty was officially signed—one of the wildest days of\nthe entire campaign! It was near Derna. Enver, ac-\ncompanied by ten men (five of his adjutants and five\nothers), not expecting an attack, reconnoitred far outside\nof the vanguards of his troops. Suddenly well formed\nItalian skirmish lines were discovered. Enver commanded\nhis ten men to open fire and to hold the lines until his\ntroops arrived. There was continuous fighting for hours\nand hours. Hundreds were wounded and hundreds killed.\nAt about 5 o'clock the sun was setting and the shooting\nceased. Enver sank, dead tired, to the bare chalk stones.\nHe was exhausted and thirsty. Some one brought a large\nglass of water and handed it to him. But before he put"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "808", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEnver Pasha\n\nit to his lips he asked, \"Are the prisoners being taken care\nof? Did they receive food and water?\" And he issued\nan order to give them Turkish clothing and saved them,\nin this way, from the fanaticism and cruelties of the\nArabians.\nThe military qualities of Turkish soldiers were always\nextraordinarily good. The Turk is a born warrior who\ndoes not know what cowardice means. To die on the\nbattlefield is, according to his religious belief, immediate\nentrance to paradise. The Turk is very healthy, frugal,\nnever uses alcohol in any shape, is an untiring walker and\nan excellent sharpshooter. He likes the sense of responsi-\nbility or discipline. He follows blindly he who happens\nto be the enthusiastically revered hero of the time.\nThe young Turks knew well what they were doing\nin elevating after the revolution of 1908, Prince Mo-\nhammed Resched-Effendi to the throne of the Osman\nEmpire. The revolutionists who had abolished, in the\nperson of Abdul-Hamid-Khan, the stronghold of Turkey's\nold regime of despotism, autocratic government and cor-\nruption, realized that Turkey's salvation lay in a strong\nand healthy militarism. None was better fitted to be\nnominally the ruler of Turkey and in reality the willing\ntool of militarism, than Prince Mohammed, a kind old\nman who had never taken part in political or military\naffairs; who had never visited Europe and who had spent\nthe greater part of his life as his younger brother's pris-\noner in an imperial palace. The Young Turks gave him\nhis freedom and made him Sultan.\nMohammed V., the thirty-fifth sovereign of the clan\nof Osman, the twenty-ninth since the conquest of Con-\nstantinople, Khan of Khans, Servant and Master of the\nCities of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, wears the green\nturban before which every true believer bows deeply,\ngrants audiences to the high potentiaries of his govern-\nment, issues messages and proclamations which are re-\nspectfully read at the green tables of his councils, but\nhas no more influence in matters of military administra-\ntion and foreign politics than his younger brother, who\nleads the gentle life of a dispossessed and comfortably kept\nprisonei* in an imperial palace. The man whose name\nis in the mouths of all Turks, whose picture can be\nfound in every coffee house, in every barber shop and\non every cigarette paper; after whom boats and gardens\nare named, is Enver-Bey, a military genius and\"the man\nof the hour\" in the present war-\nOut of 6,000 men that constituted the entire Turkish\nnavy, 5,000 were ranked as officers. The Young Turks\nintroduced the European military system to their armies.\nAll the inefficient officers were discharged. The highest\nauthority on German military organization, Baron von der\nGoltz, was commissioned to reorganize the Turkish army.\nPromising young men were sent to Germany to study\nin the German military academies. They served years\nin the German army and returned home to join the\nTurkish staff of officers. The armies were newly equipped\nand all the modern inventions and conveniences were\ntaken advantage of. In 1910, Turkey had the first big\nmanoeuvres.\nSixty thousand men participated in this war of peace.\nThe Sultan was present. The military attaches of all\nforeign nations that had witnessed these manoeuvres spoke\nvery highly of the new Turkish militarism. Non-Ma-\nhometans ceased to be excluded from military service in\nTurkey. While Turkey took as the master for her army,\nGermany, she chose England, the world's predominating"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "809", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\npower at sea, to design her naval programme and train\nher naval forces. English admirals spent years in the\nadministrative and executive departments of Turkey's\nnavy. They were good masters. The armament and\nthe fighting forces of the Turkish navy are a living proof\nof the good will and the ability of their pupils.\nAfter the war of 1912, Turkey doubled its military as-\npirations. Enver had represented his country as military\nattache in Berlin. There he had learned how to plan,\nhow to take precautions, how to develop the highest pos-\nsible qualities in men and in machines; in short, to be\nprepared in times of deepest peace for the bloodiest war-\nfare.\nThe administration after the war seemed to be earnest\nin its endeavors to achieve reforms in every branch of\ngovernmental administration- They seemed to be inspired\nby the one desire to regulate the finances of Turkey, to\nhelp as much as they could toward the reorganization of\nits military forces and to bring to the highest perfection\nthe efficiency of the army. So they decreed autonomic\nrights to the different provinces to an extent not known\nbefore. The complicated Turkish court system was\ngreatly simplified. Strictly modern laws about land\nownership went into effect. Everywhere there prevailed\na new spirit of liberalism.\nTime has demonstrated the efficiency of the Young\nTurkish reforms. The heroic and successful defence of\nthe Gallipoli peninsula against the greatest armada that\nthe world jias ever seen, the triumph of Kut-el-Amara\nand the brilliant strategy used against the Russians in\nAsia Minor and Persia have provoked the wonder of the\nworld and have astonished the enemies of Islam.\nThe day that the Turkish empire ceased to be identi-\nfied with its autocratic Sultan it cbased to be \"The Sick\nMan of Europe.\" New hope for the patient had arisen\nin the Young Turk military party. And all European\ngovernments arrived at the scene. They felt the pulse\nof the patient and acknowledged openly or secretly, \"Yes,\nthere is a chance.\" The Turkish reformers—those who\nhad brought about this new state of affairs—knew best\nwhere their chances lay in using their newly organized\nmilitarism against the enemy inside of their own boundaries\nto fight a big fight for civic reformation unhampered by\nforeign politics and entanglements.\nEnver has one answer to every question and one con-\nsolation for even the most intricate military or political\nsituation. \"Inschallah\" (As God wills). This is the an-\nswer he invariably gave at long arguments at the green\ntable in Constantinople. This is what he murmurs on\nthe battlefield whenever he realizes the superiority of the\nenemy in equipment and numbers. And to-day, if one\nhad a chance to put the question before him, he would\nshrug his shoulders and say \"Inschallah.\"\nThe late Abdul-Hamid proved himself to be a true\nfriend of Germany in winning access to the Orient and\nin opening in the East of Europe, as well as in the Orient,\nbig commercial centres.\nTurkey never could become the member of an alliance\nwhich counted Russia among its members. After its other\nschemes to get financial support had proved unsuccessful\nthe Russian government began to spread its nets in the\nBalkans, attracted both by financial and economic interests-\nShe had only one resource that might have enabled her to\npay the foreign debt of nearly one hundred and sixty-five\nmillion dollars annually,—the forced exportation of wheat\non which her commercial balance depended. The princi-\npal outlet for this was the Black Sea and the Dardanelles.\nThe idea of the possession of Constaninople has been\nhaunting the chief personages of the Russian government\nsince time immemorial, though officially Russia abandoned\nher desire for Constantinople since Witte's dream of the\nconquest of Turkey was shattered to pieces.\nIn the crisis through which Turkey has been passing,\nthe Sultan did what his chancellors and his advisers dic-\ntated to him. But Enver-Pasha has been the man. Enver\ndoes not wait for orders and he does not ask for disposi-\ntion. Enver does things while the others make their\nconclusions as they see fit and act upon them. *\nThe fortune of war has hitherto been on the side of\nTurkey. \"Inschallah\" Enver will say!\n\nGuido Bruno\n\nThe Explorer\nTom Sleeper.\nI have explored the uttermost parts of the earth and in\ndistant lands,\nHave seen many strange and curious things\nYet in my travels,\nHave I never encountered,\nA thing one-thousandth part as strange\nAs the heart of woman.\n\nELEVENTH EXHIBITION\nJVNE-JVLY 1916"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "810", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nPeople Who Have Lived in Our Village\nEdgar Allan Poe, American Poet\n\nHP HE world is curious.\n1 We are not satisfied to see things and admire\nthem. We want to know who their maker is, where he\ncame from and why he did it. We want to know where\nhe lives and how he lives, if he takes his dinner at noon\ntime or at evening. We want to know all about him\nbefore we even consider his works.\nWe love mystery.\nWe crave for its romantic solution. We despise sim-\nplicity anjd never can forgive a man who does not live\ntip to our expectations. 112\nWoe unto him who opens the cloak of mystery we have\ngarbed him with and proclaims loudly to the whole world:\n\"I am just a man as you are, but I am living my own\nlife apart from yours- I have my own joys. You are\nwelcome to share them, but I will not go out and try to\ninduce you to look at things with my eyes.\n\"I will not force upon you joys which should be within\nyourself. I have sorrows, too, but I will not open my\nheart to you and add to your own burdens. If you think\nI am wrong, if you find fault with me—here I am!\nPunish me if necessary—but give me justice. In time\nof need I took alms from your hands and I felt your\nkindness to me as humiliation. But I have not lost trust\nin man. You shall be my judges.\"\nAnd they are his judges.\nThe man who volunteers to appear before the tribunal\nof the people is dragged before those who claim to be his\npeers. They throw mud at him. They gag him. They\nblacken his character, his motives. They dissect his life\ninto a long chain of miserable deeds. He can not com-\nprehend, and wrapping his cloak around him he retreats\ninto his own world.\nGenerosity of spirit and of heart is to-day just as cen-\nturies ago the privilege of a very chosen few. The man\nwho humbly offers his right cheek to him who smote his\nleft will be smitten again.\nThe work of genius is eternal. Generations after gen-\nerations pass critique upon it; some laud it, some condemn\nit. They write books and pamphlets explaining what it\nrepresents, what it was meant to represent. But the\nmasterpiece is there. In the course of time it will be\nidentified with its creator. Malice, ill-feeling, justified\nor unjustified, will be forgotten, brushed away like leaves\nwhich an autumn wind has blown far away from the tree\nupon which they grew. Gratefulness and admiration will\nfill the hearts of all. They will be proud that their fathers\nand forefathers had among them a man inspired by the\ngods and privileged to leave such an inheritance to coming\ngenerations.\nThey will start to build monuments to his memory,\nname streets and places after him and teach their children\nto bow their heads reverently when they whisper his name.\nWe love to see blood and pain and suffering to give\nthe world a spectacle. Just to be near to the great man,\nto find a place in the much desired limelight for our own\nlittle insignificant ego.\nWe torture, we nail to the cross.\nBut there will Be a day of resurrection and of corona-\ntion.\nEdgar - Allan Poe was a self-sufficient man. All he\nwanted from the world was a roof over his head, some\ngarments, to keep himself clothed, and the daily bread for\nhimself and those depending on him. He was conceived\nand born outside the community of man. He was isolated\nin his boyhood days, and he found his way back to isolation\nwhenever an atttempt was made to make him a member\nof organized world. All the pleasures life has to\ngrant he found in himself. The men and women with\nwhom he was forced to associate never played a part in\nhis life. He-had eyes which could see at times beyond\nthe veil which the gods have graciously spread over some\nof its wonders; he had ears which could understand the\nwhisperings of the trees, the howling of the winds and\nethereal music. He could sit for hours and dream aboftt\nthese revelations, and his pen painted the pictures he had\nconceived and it composed the music he had heard. He\nwas the creator of his world which he had built around\nhimself. He did not create what others demanded- He\nwas willing to let the world share his joys and he was\ngrateful for the few dollars it gave him in exchange. He\ndid not know monetary ambitions.\nHe grew accustomed to traveling alone upon his own\nroad. He looked at the men and women who breathed\n\nDrawing by Carl S. Yunge"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "811", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe same air with him as strange specimens of another\nworld. He did not understand them. They talked in\na strange language and looked with diiferent eyes.\nThey seemed to consume his creations for some myster-\nious reason and they held the key to the storehouse of\nlife's necessities. They had money. Poe went to them\nwhenever the landlord knocked on his door or raiment\nwas needed and food for his table. They were just as\nmysterious to him as he was to them. He did not know\nthat a bridge could be built and that the world never\nbuilds a bridge to the man on the other side of the river.\nPoe died as he had lived—a man. Not a wheel of the\nclockwork, but a clockwork of his own. What did it\nmatter if the case of the clock was of gold or of silver or\nof iron?\nPoe was the last of his family. The quintessence of\nthe chief characteristics of his paternal ancestors were\nhighly developed in his character. He was descended\nfrom an old Norman family, the Le Poers, who figured\nprominently in the history of Ireland. Sir Roger Le Poer\nwas a Marschall of Prince John in the reign of Henry the\nSecond. Fearlessness, coupled with a very highly de-\nveloped sense for action in thought and deed, characterized\nall his descendants. Sir Arnold Le Poer, Seneschal of\nKilkenny Castle, withstood the power of the church as\nembodied in the personal pretentions of the Bishop of\nOssory from whose holy clutches he rescued the Lady\nAlice Kyteler, accused of and persecuted for the sin\nof witchcraft. Poe's great grandmother was a daughter\nof Admiral James Mcßride. His grandfather served dur-\ning the Revolutionary War as a Quartermaster General in\nthe Maryland line. He was a friend of General Lafayette\nwho, on his last visit to America, paid a call to his de-\nceased friend's grave. He kissed the earth in which Gen-\neral Poe was sleeping the eternal sleep, saying, \"He was\na great and fearless man.\"\nPoe's father left his home, forsook his career and ex-\nchanged a comfortable life for the sake of an actress he\nloved and whom he married, Edgar united in himself\nall the distinguishing marks of his family. He was a\ndreamer but an indefatigable worker. His thoughts were\nsharp and clear and he had the faculty of expressing him-\nself in the minutest detail. He was fearless in his con-\nvictions. Love and romance were a part of his individual-\nity and filled his life.\nPoe was born in a third class hotel in the city where\nhis mother was playing at the time. Perhaps it was in\nBoston, perhaps in New York. His father was a prodigal.\nPoverty stood on one side of the cradle and love on the\nother. The infant traveled with his parents from town\nto town.\nThe Poes were living a doubly isolated life. Actors\nin the first years of the nineteenth century were not ad-\nmitted to the \"respectable circle of citizens,\" if they did\nnot happen to be celebrities. Poe had followed the profes-\nsion of his wife for her sake, but he never adapted himself\nto the ways of full-fledged actors. He did not seek ad-\nmittance to the professional acquaintances of his wife, and\nthey never associated with the other members of their\nrespective companies.\nThe family lived in its trunks; to-day here, to-morrow\nthere, wherever an engagement could be procured. Ed-\ngar's parents were happy. The father idolized the mother\nand the mother divided her attentions among her husband,\nher children and her artistic career. But there was that\nsadness always prevailing: \"How happy could we be if\nwe had money, at least enough to have a home of our own\nwherein to bring up our children and live our lives.\"\nSadness was reflected in the big eyes of the little orphan\nwhom Mr. Allan \"a rich, respectable merchant\" later\nadopted.\nMr. Allan took the \"poor child\" who had been denied\nthe blessings \"of a respectable, Christian home\" to his\nmansion. But the fact that his adopted son was an actor's\nchild was well advertised among those associating with\nthe Allan household. His schoolmates and play friends\nlooked upon him as a foundling picked up on the streets\nby the goodness of a respectable citizen. His teachers,\nwho otherwise would have paid attention to his originality,\nsaw in it only the arising \"evil spirit.\" And again he\nwas isolated.\nWasn't there once an hour of awakening when the boy\nthought they might be right after all. \"I do not enjoy\nplaying with them. I love things they do not seem to\nsee. They call me crazy if I tell them what I dream of\nwhile they are occupied with their games or when I read\n\nElizabeth Poe, Mother of Edgar Allan Poe.\n\nVirginia, Wife of Edgar Allan Poe"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "812", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nto them verses whose music is more charming to me than\nthe tunes of the organ on Sunday. Why should I try to\nrestrain myself from following my impulses? Maybe\nthere is another life prepared for me than for them, and\nam I not a child of the street, a son of actor people, adopted\nfor pity's sake?\"\nAnd farther and farther did he drift from his fellow\nmen. More and more diverged his path from the broad\nstreet trotted by the thousands who have everyday ideals.\nHe went to foreign countries in search of the unex-\npected, the wonderful, that would change his entire life,\nHe wanted to fight for the freedom of a suppressed coun-\ntry. He wanted to be one of the defenders of .his own\ncountry. He wanted to be a scholar, a scientific man, but\nwhat did he find in every one of the careers he was en-\nthused about? In order to succeed, to be placed among\nthe worthy, he would have to submerge his own individu-\nality.\nThe world has a label for every one who wants to\ntake a place among its favored. The man who does\nnot want to be labeled has to go his own way, has to learn\nhis own lessons.\nMr. Allen adopted Poe. He assumed the responsibilities\nof fatherhood and then deserted his son at the time when\nhe needed him more than ever before.\nHis first wife had died. A second wife had taken her\nplace. A natural heir had been borrl to him, and it was\nnot unnatural that he wanted to devote his entire time\nto his little son and that he did not wish to be annoyed by\nEdgar Poe. The day came when he told the boy in whom\nhe had born the desire for luxury and whom he had led\nto believe he was the chosen heir to his fortunes: \"I will\nnot give you any more money. Go out and earn your\nliving.\"\nThe world readily understood that there was no place\nin\"the respectable Christian home\" for the boy who had\nindulged in the follies of the class of people among whom\nhe had been educated, and who bad dared to forget that\nhe was the actor's child. And so he was left penniless\non the ,street-\nBut Poe had extradorinary ability in reconciling him-\nself with the situation that faced him, and he went out\nto earn his livelihood without trying to effect a reconcilia-\ntion. Since boyhood days he had scribbled verses. He\ndecided to combine the useful with the pleasant—to be-\ncome a writer.\nGenius has never been wasted in this world. A good\nword uttered, a message once written, is never lost in\nthe universe. Among thousands of unworthy attempts\nof less gifted people they fight their way to recognition.^\nThe vanity and egotism of those who have the power\nto recognize or condemn, play an important part in the\ndiscovery of genius. The honor of ushering to the ele-\nvated seat of the rostrum the man who perhaps did not\nrecognize his own value and is standing outside the open\ndoor, brings the names of otherwise insignificant people\nbefore the eyes of the world.\n\nGuido Bruno\n\nA good book and a good woman are excellent things\nfor those who know jjustly how to appreciate their value.\nThere are men, however, who judge of both from the\nbeauty of the covering.\n\nSilhouettes\nBy Florence Lowe\nGloria Mundi!\nOnce there was a man who was so famous that every\ntime he blew his nose people would murmur, \"Isn't he\nwonderful!\" He wore his hair Buster Brown style,\nparted in the middle, and yet, so famous was he that\npeople liked it.\nOne day he stepped into a pool parlor to tie his shoe-\nstring, and a man with a blue chin slapped him in the face\nbecause he wore a Windsor tie. When he expostulated in\nthe choicest flowers of rhetoric and in tones that .had\nswayed huge assemblies, they told him to go to hell. So\nhe went home, and went on being famous.\nIt’s Human\nThere is a man I know whom I hate, because he does\nsuch good work. Everything this man touches comes out\nwell, and he is so agreeable that you can't conscientiously\nhate him. This man is not right. He can't help doing\ngood work, because his people were painters before him.\nBut he can help being agreeable, and he has no right to.\n\nDreams\n(Not by Walt Whitman)\nVincent Starrett\nIF it be true, as some folks try to tell us,\nThat dreams are but the echoes of past deeds,\nOr shadows, so to speak,\nThrown before by happenings yet to come,\n0 heart, I will tell you this—\n1 will say, and I am free to say it,\nTM I*l\n1 hat never—never—has it been my custom\n(And I will say that never will it be my custom nor\nyet my habit)\nTo traverse crowded thoroughfares—\nThe busy thoroughfares of industry—\nIn a diaphanous undergarment of abbreviated length.\n\n\"Irishman, help us against the foes of Britain. You\nmust not hesitate to shed your blood for the sake of\nHumanity .”\n\"Very sorry; John Bull, but you extracted the last drop\nof blood from us a long time ago.”\nFrom Simplicissimus, Germany"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "813", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nWho thinks to fool Nature is just Nature's biggest\nfool.\nYou never can really tell just how much good there\nmay be in a man until you have enjoyed his enmity.\nIt seems that lots of men don't need to be natural\nborn fools, to become darn natural fools, as soon as the\nautomobile bug gets 'em.\nMany a man has survived the dangers of battle only to\nlose his life as the result of paring his corns with his pet\nrazor.\nNo, \"candidates\" are not often \"candid eights,\" nor\neven as often \"candid dates,\" tho they may now often\nfind the latter useful in rustling for ballots among the\npetticoat voters.\nAnd anon, it may be better to be overtaken by death,\nthan to be overtaken by a desire to be overtaken by death.\nWhosoever tries, may fail; but whonever tries, shall\ncertainly never succeed.\n\nRosa Marie\nJames Waldo Fawcett\nD OS A MARIE was more beautiful, by far, than dew\ndrops on roses. She was a living poem of great joy;\nshe danced with the goodness of living and loving.\nPierre, on the other hand, was ugly as sin. He was\nFrench with a dash of bad Spanish, and his life was one\nlong Hell. / He delighted in new wickedness and found\npleasure in gazing on pain and relief in creating mischief.\nHe was a bad man among rogues; murderers were saints\nin comparison.\nI knew them both while they were yet children. Now\nthat I am old I can recall very clearly how they looked,\nhow they lived, how they played, in time gone far and\nfair. It is strange to me, but it is true. I survive them\nboth.\nPierre was the first to go. He was shot in the throat\nby a Portuguese sailor. They brought him home, dead.\nRosa Marie, she was so beautiful, is also gone. For\nwhen the fearful carcass of the dead Pierre was carried\naway, she closed the door and slipped a long, thin knife\nthrough her breast into her heart. So she died.\nTheiYs was a great love, truly.\n\nSunshine of the Job-Seeker\nHubert McCurrach\njpROM Nevins Street, Brooklyn\nTo Seventy-second Street, New York\nI walked in the snowy dawn\nTo get a switchboard job.\n\\\nI had no overcoat\nAnd my sweater was thin,—\nThe East River wind swept Brooklyn Bridge\nAnd the card-board soles of my shoes soon dissolved.\nI\nWhen I got there\nAnd they saw my clothes\nAt the apartment hotel 1\nThey said the job was taken.\nI could think of no excuse to warm my feet—\nMy breakfast seemed but a morsel.\nMy daunted soul\nShrank from the long walk back.\n. - i\nIt was a little warmer under a subway kiosk\nAnd the cement was dry if clammy.\nThe sun came out\nAnd melted the snow away.\nt\nLame muscles were silent,\nFeet to city pavements newly innured\nDid not complain,\nFor the soul-less chill of new-fallen snow\nNo longer cut my feet—\nWarmth-emitting gratings were abundant.\ni\nk\nThus begun\nMy love of the sun. j t j\n\nContradiction of the Proverbs\nGat’s Paw\nmore the merrier.\" Not so; one hand is enough\nin a purse.—\"He that runs fastest gets most\nground.\" Not so; for then footmen would get more than\ntheir masters.—\"He runs far who never turns.\" Not so;\nhe may break his neck in a short course.—\"No man can\ncall again yesterday.\" Yes; he may call till his heart\nache, though it never come.—\"He that goes softly goes\nsafely.\" Not among thieves.—\"Nothing hurts the stomach\nmore than surfeiting.\" Yes; lack of meat.—\"Nothing is\nhard to a willing mind.\" Yes; to get money.—\"None\nso blind as they that will not see.\" Yes; they that can-\nnot see.—\"Nothing but what is good for something.\"\nNot so; nothing is not good for any thing.—\"Every thing\nhath an end.\" Not so; a ring hath none, for it is round.—\n\"Money is a great comfort.\" Not when it brings a thief\nto the gallows.—\"The world is a long journey.\" Not so;\nthe sun goes over it every day.—\"lt is a great way to\nthe bottom of the sea.\" Not so; it is but a stone's cast.—\n\"A friend is best found in adversity.\" Not so; for then\nthere's none to be found.—\"The pride of the rich makes\nthe labour of the poor.\" Not so; the labours of the poor\nmake the pride of the rich."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "814", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nJACK FLANAGAN came from Australia. He is a big\nhusky fellow with reddish brown cheeks, but he never\nlived in the bush of his native country. He had a lot of il-\nlusions, but he has lost them, or better, has set them aside\ntemporarily. Here are a few speciments of the work he\nbrought over, hoping to capture successes. But he wasn't\nstubborn. He realized that if people don't care for fan-\ntastic illustrations of Homer or of Shakespeare, but are\nin sore need of whiskey placards, fashion designs and\nautomobile advertisements, they must be given them. He\ndoesn't baulk and he doesn't grumble and his \"commer-\ncial art\" was readily accepted in the short time since\nhe arrived. A few specimens of his work reproduced on\nthese pages might show you what he can do. His short\nautobiography is a good photograph of the man.\n\"One of the most interesting days of my life occurred\non the 23rd July, 1895. It was important inasmuch as\non that day I first beheld the light and found that the\ngreatest aim in life was to make as much row as possible.\nI didn't have the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth,\na circumstance which gave rise to the inference made by\ncertain of my \"not altogether\" complimentary friends that\nthe ordinary-sized silver spoon, had it been present,\ncouldn't even in its Wildest dreams, hope to attract atten-\ntion, as I was well provided by Nature with means to\nrender its discovery a difficult task.\n\"As a small boy, my sole ambition in life was to con-\nduct defunct persons to their last resting place; forsooth\n'twas to become a hearse driver, but the caprices of For-\ntune are as changeful as they are disconcerting, and 'twas\nwilled otherwise. Slowly but surely the occupation about\nwhich I had dreamt waking dreams was weeded out of\nme by the ever-increasing demands of the platitudes of\nlife, but my material relationship managed to retain the\nseed which had fired my youthful imagination, and under\na constant application of, the watering-can of study, it\nendeavored to blossom again in the form of an art which\nwalks hand in hand with Death and Mystery.\n\"In 1914, the Michael Angelo of Australian Art, in\nthe form of Norman Lindsay, one of the greatest of living\nblack and white artists, took an interest in my feeble at-\ntempts and set my feet upon the right track and saw that\nI kept them there. Under his influence my work took\non a new aspect and my long cherished ideals with regard\nto undertakers, gushed forth in the tangible form of\n\nJack R. Flanagan"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "815", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFrom the Sublime to the Ridiculeour.\n\ndrawings depicting murders, ghosts, fiery dragons con- **\nsuming their living human victims, Polyphemus indulging\nin some nut-cracking exercises, Sylla, Charybdis, Cerebas\nand all the hosts of imagination found in me a willing\ndisciple.\n\"When the flood-gates of murder and pillage were\nthrown open in Europe, I had an opportunity of por-\ntraying things as I saw them, but as the outlet in my native\ntown, Sydney, was already taxed to its utmost, I turned\nmy thoughts to fresh fields and pastures new. I imagined\nin my folly that the great land of the stars and stripes\nwould offer an unlimited scope for my enthusiasm, but I\nwas doomed to disappointment.\n\"America is a land of metamorphosis; men come here\nfilled with zeal and eager to assist in carrying the torch\nand spreading the light. But commercialism flaunts its\nbanner and lo! what was a soul is transformed into some\nnonentity whose one aspiration is to invent the most in-\ngenius and original arrangements of tone, the ultimate ob-\nject of which is the glorification of some jam label. Yet\nin these craven times when Death walks so disastrously\nthrough the garden of life and the struggle for existence\nisn't altogether an easy problem, one must endeavor to\nbanish such retrograde thoughts and hail the god of com-\nmerce as a conqueror, brush aside all ideals, for they must\nbe considered transitory, and rush more into the vortex\nof jam labels and car-cards, for therein lies salvation and\nthe means of grubbing a shy crust from a reluctant world\n—thus does America metamorphose.\n\"Should it be decreed that I could indulge in illustra-\ntions which could become the attainment of my ambition,\nI should die happy could I leave behind me illustrated edi-\ntions of Rabelais, Boccacio, Dante, Scott, Stevenson, Croix\nde Chansons, Aristophanes Comedies, The Arabian Nights,\nHomer's Odyssey and The Iliad, any of Shakespear's\ncomedies or tragedies and such masterpieces as Cervantes'\n\"Don Quixote.\"\n\nTHE WAITER SLIPPED VPON THE FLOOR\nAND.AS YOV SEE.VPSET THE BOAR"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "816", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Benefactor\nA Social Uplift Story\n\nON a New Year's day, 1925, the multi-millionaire,\nCharles K. R. Azy, announced in all metropolitan\nnewspapers: \"I have decided to pay a young working-man\nwho can prove that he has worked for at least ten years\nin a coal mine, a trip around the world. He will travel\nin the company of my own private secretary, he will start\nout in New York, go to Japan, to India, across the Red\nSea to Europe, stay awhile on the Riviera, go to Italy,\nFrance, Germany, Scandinavia and Russia, and return,\nafter visiting Asia, Egypt and South Africa, to New York.\nIf he wishes to go to Australia he is welcome to do so\nand to tour the country for three months. The trip will\nlast three years; I will grant him one year's stay in New\nYork in order to prepare himself properly to study foreign\nlanguages. Coal miners, not younger than thirty years,\ncan enter this competition. The conditions are as follows:\n\"First:—He has to be a coal miner for at least ten\nyears.\n\"Second must be intelligent, he must have a keen\ngift of observation and be very vivacious.\n\"Third:—He must agree to work ten more years after\nhis return in one of my coal mines.\n\"As judges in this competition, there will be six inde-\npendent men nominated by the best known authors of\nAmerica.\n\"I will endow the winner with 30,000 pounds sterling\nwhich shall enable him to live comfortably. I personally\nwill not meet the applicant before his return to New\nYork.\"\n(Signed) CHARLES K. R. AZY.\nAbout six thousand men applied for the trip. Two\nhundred and forty were chosen and their names placed\nupon the ballot. There was no graft whatever connected\nwith the election and Francis Rooth of New Orleans, a\nman of about thirty-two years of age, was the lucky one.\nRooth was a single man and he looked rather old for\nhis age, but one doesn't work in a coal mine for thirteen\nyears without showing signs of hard work. His bearded\nface was serious and skinny. His eyes were sad-looking\nand his tall figure was slightly bent over. As a young\nman, he had written poems to a young girl. He had\nenclosed them in his application, but he himself had lost\nthe sense of beauty he had expressed in the poems of his\nyouth. Anyhow, he had sent in his application more as a\njoke following his quick impulse. He never expected an\nanswer. One nice morning, they called him into the\noffices of the mine and told him that he, Francis Rooth,\nwould enjoy the three years trip around the world.\nAnd at first he didn't feel even happy. He heard the\nwords but he couldn't quite believe them.\n\"You don't even smile?\" asked the superintendent.\n\"Oh yes, I do,\" replied Francis, and he did his best to\ngrin in a friendly way.\nThe superintendent again read to him all conditions of\nthe agreement, and then he asked him to sign it.\n\"There is one thing of importance,\" he said. \"You\nhave to agree to work ten years in our coal mine after\nyou return from the trip. Mr. K. R. Azy does not wish\nto enstrange you from your chosen life work and there-\nfore he wishes me to point out to you that he is a mem-\nber of the Hinkerton Protective Agency and would not\nhesitate to use its influence to brings you back to work\nif you should change your mind. Of course, these are\nonly extremes but one should think of everything in sign-\ning an agreement.\"\nFrancis Rooth signed the agreement.\nFor one year he lived in New York and acquired a good\nknowledge of French, German and Italian. He studied\nthe art of being well dressed, and how to associate with\nwomen. He received piano lessons. His mentor took him\nto the opera and to theatres. He became an expert in\nsailing, rowing, driving and motoring. He lived in a\nlittle house on the sea-shore and his daily companion was\na young artist who drew his attention to the beauties of j\nthe sea, to the wonders of the setting sun and to the\nmiracles of Spring and Winter. A young cousin of this\nartist was frequently their vistior and from her here- ,\nceived the last touches in culture and, refinement.\nOn the fifteenth of October, 1925, Francis Rooth\nboarded the big English steamer, Victoria, and a young\npainter accompanied him as private secretary. A messen-\nger of Mr. K. R. Azy handed to him a cheque book,\nenabling him to draw money in every big city of both\nhemispheres.\nIt is impossible to describe how Francis Rooth enjoyed\nthese three years. The Japanese world of wonders, the\neternal splendor of Indian forests, the elegance of the\nRiviera, the ever-changing firmament with sun and stars\nduring their travels upon all the seas,* his friendship with\nthe painter, the longing letters from the cousin left be-\nhind, the Parisian indulgences, the beauty of the Nordic\nscenery, a night upon the desert below a yellow sky; the\ntravels on the Trans-Siberian railroad through solitude i\nand quietude and suddenly in Moscow, the majesty of the\nKremnil, a summer month in Venice, lying in the sun\non the beach almost naked next to the most beautiful\nwomen of Europe. In Rome he worshipped Michael\nAngelo, in Nice he /had the wildest carnivals of his life\nand then again he was in Asia Minor near the places re-\nvered and worshipped by millions. His friend, the artist,\nhad letters of introduction to the nicest and kindest people\non earth. He met the big poets of Europe, he met the\ngreatest among the living and he met women with bad\nreputations. He was the guest in palaces and in castles\nand he visited the poor in their dungeon holes. His\nmost wonderful day he lived in Java, but of that, we\ncan speak another time.\nOn the 15th of October, 1928, he landed in New York\nand everything seemed to him like the beautiful dream of\none night. He wished to call upon Mr. K. R. Azy, but\nhis friend, the painter, said: \"You had better wait; he\nwill send you an invitation.\" On the 19th of October, (\nhe arrived in New Orleans. He went to his old home, i\nand he was shocked by its smallness, darkness and its\npoverty. But without further thought, he opened his J\ntrunks and unpacked the precious things he had bought in\nall parts of the world: Persian carpets, Hungarian em-\nbroideries, Japanese wood-cuts, Chinese porcelain, French\nsilk, English tea-kettles, Turkish smoking things, butter-\nfly boxes from Brazil, stuffed singing birds from India,\nand a hundred other precious and beautiful valuables.\nOn the 20th of October he received orders to start work\nin the coal mine. Suddenly he remembered the agree-\nment, he remembered the Hinkertons who would call for"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "817", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nhim anyhow and so he went to work. On the 23rd of\nOctober he was deep below the surface in his mine, half\nnaked, perspiration running down his hairy body; all\nalone; his little lamp next to him . . . and here he\nhad to labor for eleven hours.\nHe heard water dropping upon the stones, far away\nsounded the hammering of his comrades; he took his\nbread in his black fist and ate it. And in the dark soli-\ntude of the mine, all at once he saw the wonderful dawn\nupon the ocean, the clear blue horizon, the snowy scenery\nof Norway, the carnival at Nice, and suddenly he would\nhear the music of all the orchestras of Paris.\nHe hammered and hammered. And the eleven hours\npassed. After working hours, Francis Rooth kept to\nhimself. He didn't feel like talking, and they called him\n\"haughty.\" He spoke to nobody.\nOn the third day, they called him into the offices of\nthe company. Mr. K. R. Azy awaited him in his richly\nappointed private office.\n\"Do ypu want to change your clothes?\" he was asked.\n\"No.\" \"So much the better.\" Mr. K. R. Azy wished\nto see him anyhow in the attire of a mine worker. Only\na little souvenir for his benefactor, Francis Rooth wished\nto bring over from his home. He could do that in a\nminute.\nHe saw his benefactor for the first time.\nA lazy, pale, greasy man was seated almost lying in a\nbig upholstered arm-chair. His puffed-up face seemed\ndrowsy. His fat hand indicated a slow movement as a\ngreeting.\n\"Take a seat, Mr. Rooth, and tell me how you feel?\"\n\"Thank you, I prefer to stand up. Do you want a\ndetailed description of my travels or just the important\nthings? Where shall I start?\"\nThe spongy face smiled lazily; \"Oh no, please don't,\nyou shall tell me how you feel now.\"\nFrancis Rooth had suspected that the multi-millionaire\nwould not ask for the adventures of his trip around the\nworld. Therefore he had put into his pocket the little\nsouvenir. But just to be sure, he asked again; \"Shall I\ntell you about India ... or about the nights in\nNorway ... or about our tiger huntingTn India?\"\nThe pale fat face smiled still more lazily and the hideous\nmassive greasy hand pointed down to the floor: \"No. no,\nmy dear man, leave alone those things. How are you\nfeeling right now, down there in that coal mine where you\nare going to spend the next ten years of your life?\"\nIt was very quiet in the private offices of his benefactor.\nFrancis Rooth put his hand into the pocket where he\nhad placed his souvenir, out came quick as lightning a\ngun and he shot down his benefactor, Mr. Charles K. R.\nAzy with three well-directed master shots. One entered\nthe temple and two went into his stomach.\nThe jurymen of New Orleans acquitted him unani-\nmously after he had related to them the story of his trip\naround the world and his conversation with his benefactor.\n\nAfter the German of Steven Grossman by Guido Bruno.\n\nOscar Wilde, Zola, Buffalo Bill and\nAirships\nA special correspondent of a Vienna literary journal\n** published some time ago an interesting account of\nan illegitimate son of Oscar Wilde. How much of the\nstory is true and how much is fantastic is hard to say.\nThe young man in question was stopping in one of the\nbest hotels in Budapest, Hungary, and called himself\nOscar Voini. He is thirty years of age, of Herculean\nstature, clean shaven, and has, like his father, thick black\nhair. He is a member of a company of circus performers.\nWilde met the dancer while she was playing in a Lon-\ndon variety show and became very fond of her. They\nwere seen much together and friends of Wilde proclaimed\nthat he was in love with his new friend. To fulfill an-\nother engagement she had to go to Paris. Later she met\nWilde in the city on the Seine and stayed there a few\nweeks after her engagement was fulfilled, spending most\nof her time with Wilde. After Wilde returned to Lon-\ndon and some time had passed he received from the law-\nyer, Hugo Zola, who was a relative of his and related to\nthe French poet ancl author Zola, a communication in\nwhich he was notified that his prior sweetheart was look-\ning forward to the joy of motherhood. At the same time\nthe lawyer advised Wilde to give the dancer 20,000 francs\nto avoid possible scandal. A \"certain Howard Douglas\"\npaid this amount to save Wilde from public disgrace.\nCamilla Voini, who is said also to have been the sweet-\nheart of Wilde's lawyer gave her child the name Oscar\nand had him educated in Rennes, France. Wilde met\nthe dancer shortly after his depature from Reading, in\nFlorence, Italy, and the meeting came to a very vehement\nscene on the street, in which the poet accused the woman\nof blackmailing him. Buffalo Bill was in Florence at\nthe same time. He met Camilla Voini, gave her an en-\ngagement, took her with him to America, where she is\nsupposed to have earned a fortune at dancing. Little\nOscar also came to America and Buffalo Bill had him\neducated as a circus artist.\nAbout two years ago the young man, grown to man-\nhood, built, in company with his adopted father, an aero-\nplane, but was injured in his first attempt at flying. After\nhis health had been restored he continued to follow his\nprofession as circus rider and went abroad. He is at the\npresent time a member of a Russian circus.\nThis is the despatch of the Budapest Hungary, special\ncorrespondent of \"Neues Wiener Journal,\" one of the\nleading dailies of Vienna, published on the 22d of March\nin the telegram section of this paper. It might be the\noffspring of the active brain of a press agent or a fantastic\nstory linked with the name of Oscar whose books\nare now more widely read in Austria-Hungary and Ger-\nmany than any other country in the world, and who cre-\nated more schools among the younger generation of liter-\nary men than any genius of their own country."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "818", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Our Village\n\nThe Menace of the Autobuses\n1 DON'T know if the Fifth Avenue Coach Company\nleased Washington Square, and, if so, I do not doubt\nthe legality of. their action. But it is highly deplorable\nthat the 35,000 children of Greenwich Village are robbed\nof their only playground and that the peacefulness of the\nSquare has to be disturbed by the brutal militarism of\nits employees. The buses are lined up from the Arch\nto the south side of the Square. It is a regular terminal\nstation with conductors and motormen waiting for their\nturn to assume their duties, a dozen or more signs advise\nthe public where they are allowed to stay and await a\nbus, and where they must not loiter. The playground\nback of the fountain is roped up into squares, and again,\nsigns tell you that this section is for Riverside Drive buses\nand that section for St. Nicholas Avenue buses and so on;\nall the routes of the buses. Big barrels with oil are up\non the side-walk and the traffic on Fourth Street is seri-\nously hindered by buses which are taking on new supplies.\nThompson Street in the afternoon and in the evening is\nclosed to the traffic, being used as a car park. I did not\ntake time and trouble to find out if the franchise of the\nFifth Avenue Coach Company grants them the right\nto use our streets and the Square for all these purposes.\nBut I cannot quite see why a pleasure institution which\naffords to a very limited number of people only the privi-\nlege of a joy ride, should disturb to such a degree the\nprivacy of an entire residential neighbourhood. The un-\ngodly noises caused by the cranking of motors, by the\nhundreds of people who think it a privilege to await\nin the roped off sections their turn, to occupy one of the\ntwenty-four seats on top of the bus, and by the everything\nbut gentle voices of the guards in green uniforms who\nhave to be forgiven for their impoliteness and their Cos-\nsack . manners, are a constant nuisance to rentpayers of\nGreenwich Village.\nTo rely upon the buses as a means of transportation,\nis out of the question. Even if they had the ambition\nto furnish a regular service the traffic congestion on Fifth\nAvenue from 10 o'clock in the morning until six o'clock\nin the evening must prevent them from rendering any\nservices whatsoever. This bus service is a convenience\nfor sight-seers and a pleasant institution for people in-\nclined to take a cheap joy-ride. But why should the\nchildren of Greenwich Village pay the bill by being de-\nprived of their playgrounds and why should the residents\nof Washington Square, who are paying the high rentals\nof a residential neighbourhood, be annoyed by these boister-\nous mass meetings of prospective bus passengers, and live\nso to say in the \"open shop\" of the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany ?\nSomething About Our Eating Places\nOF course we, who do not take advantage of the table\nd'hote of our hotels and who do not live in real\ncross your heart apartments, eat, too. And if not every\nday three meals, at least one. We feel we have to do\nthat, more perhaps to keep up appearances before ourselves\nthan for any other reason. And then there are times when\none hates the looks of the kitchenette or that corner in the\nstudio dedicated to the production of coffee, tea and other\nnecessities.\nWhere do we go to? (No, this is not to advertise our\nadvertisers. Everybody knows what I am going to say\nand therefore I am perfectly safe in saying it).\nThere is of course the ancient and revered Brevoort,\nand then the Lafayette with its show tables of domino-\nplaying geniuses. It is nice to drop in these places, espe-\ncially around the first if one can afford to have a meal\nthere. One always will meet friends or acquaintances.\nThere is that ominous corner in the breakfast room (ask\nTom Sleeper, he knows). It's so pleasant there, one for-\ngets to go home until the waiters sweep you out in the\nmorning, together with cigarette stumps and other things\nwhich will be of use again to-morrow but which have\nserved their purpose to-day.\nThe Greenwich Village Inn is a good place to take a\nmeal if you haven't the inclination to make acquaintances\nand talk over your black coffee to interesting people. You\nmeet them there galore and such sessions while highly en-\ntertaining and profitable, prove rather time-absorbing. But\nPolly's cooking has a distinction of its own.\nGonfarone's is the Italian place, with red ink and roast\nchicken and all that sort of thing. O. Henry liked it and\nso do a good many others who love music \"while they\ndine.\" Luigis Black Cat\" which was Mazzini's, and\nprevious to that \"The Chat Noir,\" is the dancing resort.\nVery unexpectedly, while you are trying to detect a morsel\n\nA few animals who loiter upon the Square"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "819", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nof meat on the roasted bone of a chicken, deeply absorbed\nin your work, a terrible player piano like thunder from\nblue skies, will call dance enthusiasts to a fox-trot or a\nTurkish patrol. Luigi is an autocrat in his place and tells\nyou exactly what to do and what not to do, and if you\ndon't like it he doesn't care a bit if you go and never re-\nturn.\nThe Candlestick Tea Room with its many candles and\nits good southern kitchen represents the conservative ele-\nment where one can hear his own word, and everybody\nseems anxious to contribute to the peaceful character of\nthe dining-room. Mellow poetesses found here the orange\nmeeting place of their sorority. They whisper sonnets and\npoems and dine on vegetables.\nThe Greenwich Village Kitchen (Edna owns it who\nused to preside in The Dutch Oven), looks more or less\nlike \"Child's.\" The tablecloth is spotlessly white and not\neven the chairs are purple or pale yellow. They serve a\nboiled dinner which looks like a still life by Cezanne, so\nsubstantial and so natural. Edna's lobster salad is a mas-\nterpiece of a futuristic sculpture of the vortex school. The\nhighbrows of the Village assemble here lately and it is\nquite international. Scotch, Irish and the language spoken\nin Boston can be heard quite frequently. And the far\nwest, as far as Seattle, Washington, is well represented.\nThe Dutch Oven beneath the Liberal Club polished the\nleaves of its two trees and is ready to serve meals in its\ngarden.\nAnd now we have also a retreat and regular coffee house\n(European style), a tearoom where one can go even if he\ndoes not intend to spend a dollar for tea. Ethel Unger\nrented a basement beneath the Paint Box. She calls it\nthe Rabbit Hole. Of course everything has to have a\nfunny name. That is so in the Village. But Ethel knows\nwhat she is about. She wants to create a quiet place for\none to read his paper. But will there be space enough in\nher cellar for all her guests if she really carries out her\nidea to keep on her shelves magazines in all languages and\ninteresting books and pamphlets, especially after she prom-\nised to have comfortable chairs, even wicker chairs. And\nnot to forget the one place where everybody leaves mes-\nsages and packages and buys stamps and does his telephon-\ning: Rossi Brothers, right beneath the Garret.\nAlice Palmer left for the summer and Sidney Powell in\nhis green Chinese coat is the sole ruler of the Village store.\nHe likes green. His eyes are green. His necktie, his\nstockings and his lounging coat are green, and therefore\nhe painted his store flaming green. He did it all by him-\nself under the experienced supervision of Anton Hellman,\nwho is partly responsible for mixing the colors.\nPepe Brothers, the real estate kings, who have a monop-\noly upon every house, every cellar, every cobby hole in the\nVillage, are responsible for those pretty white houses with\ngreen window boxes which meet your eyes pleasantly\namong the sordid ruins of old dilapidated mansions and\nbrick buildings all over the Village. Mr. Pepe contem-\nplates transforming during the summer months a few more\nprivate residences into studio buildings.\nCharles Dorr, who last year wrote and staged a musical\ncomedy successfully, will shortly leave New York for Nar-\nragensett Pier, where he represents the New York Times\nand other metropolitan newspapers.\nTom Sleeper spent two busy days in Greenwich Village\nlast week. He is collecting material for some-of his \"hu-\nman interest\" stories. Verily he gathered a bushel of it,\nhaving been so ably assisted in his endeavors by Djuna\nBarnes and Jack MacGrath. Peggy O'Neil contributed\nalso from the treasure-box of her experiences after having\ntransferred her beauty spot from the left cheek to the right.\n\nEmilio, Our Fruitseller\n\nAt the Fruit Wagon\n\n\"Tony”"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "820", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe True Story of \"Pirate” Kidd\nN. Tourneur\nrTI HE true story of Captain Kidd proves the accuracy\nof the old saying that \"truth will out in the long\nrun.\" Few men have been given a more sinister reputa-\ntion than Captain William Kidd, master mariner of New\nYork, privateersman,—and \"pirate!\" Yet, of the most\nsanguinary sea-rovers of the seventeenth century, the\ncharacter of this early New York seaman has been entirely\ncleared through the recent discovery of documentary\nevidence.\nHenry Morgan, Lollonois, De Grammoftt, and others\nare known to us as notorious pirates. But more familiar\nthan any of them is Captain William Kidd, around whom\nmany a ballad and sea chaunty has been written and sung\non shore and on forecastle head. In song and story and\ntradition he has always been represented as a most blood-\nthirsty seaman, scuttling merchant vessels, leaving not a\nsoul of their crews to tell any tales, and hiding immense\nhoards of treasure, for which men search even at this\npresent day. But, the actual facts of his case reveal this\nNew Yorker to have been a most misused and unfortunate\nman, who was betrayed to the gallows through the silence\nof others.\nIn the early times of the English occupation of New\nYork, the shipping was almost at a standstill owing to\nthe buccaneers plundering the vessels of all nations. So\ndaring were they, that they even swooped down on the\nvessels in the harbor, and cut them out under the very\neyes of the Governor and the townsfolk, who were help-\nless owing to all the men-of-war then being used in de-\nfense of England's home waters against the French.\nLord Bellamount, the Governor, therefore, in 1695,\ntogether with others, including King William Third of\nEngland, the Lord Chancellor, and Lord Romney, char-\ntered a vessel, the Adventure Galley, commanded by Cap-\ntain Kidd, to proceed against the pirates. Kidd had pre-\nviously commanded a licensed packet sailing regularly\nbetween London and New York- He was a man of sub-\nstance, had gotten himself three large vessels, and was\naccounted by all as a trustworthy, fair-dealing man. His\nhome in Pearl Street was one of the most luxuriously\nfurnished in New York, and boasted of the first Turkish\ncarpet brought across the Atlantic.\nToward the end of April, 1695, then, Captain Kidd\nsailed out of Plymouth, England, to cruize under the\nKing's commission for the destruction of pirates in Amer-\nican waters. For a time he took many prizes, and, as an\nadditional reward of his strenuous action in putting down\nthe sea-rovers, was voted the sum of two hundred and\nfifty pounds sterling by the Legislature. The commis-\nsion granted him by William Third authorized him to\ncapture French and other vessels of England's enemies.\nFor the greater part of 1698, however he cruized without\nmaking all prizes, and his crew became restless. On sight-\ning a Dutch ship, the \"Loyal Captain,\" they mutinied,\nand sought to take her. But Kidd refused to go into\naction, and in the quarrel with the mutineers' leader,\nMoore, the gunner, the captain struck him in self-defence,\nso that he died the next day.\nShortly after this tragic episode, when the \"Adventure\nGalley\" was off Montauk Point, Long Isalnd, she fell in\nwith the French merchantman, the \"Quedagh Merchant,\"\na vessel owned by Irishmen settled in Bordeaux, and after\na fierce hand-to-hand fight, she was captured. Her\ntreasure and cargo, Captain Kidd transferred to his own\nvessel, and then he sailed for Gardiner's Island, situated\nat the entrance of the sheet of water separating Long\nIsland from the mainland. Here he buried most of the\ntreasure which was his portion.\nWhen, however, he put into Boston some months later\nto refit, the magistrates, to serve their own ends, detained\nhim on the suspicion of having exceeded his commission.\nNot only did they take from him his ship's papers, but the\nactual commission itself granted him by King William.\nCaptain Kidd at once appealed to Lord Bellamount for\nprotection, on the grounds that the Governor himself\nknew his enterprise was authorized and, too, had shared\nin the profits of it. But already Bellamount was at enmity\nwith him, owing chiefly, it is set forth, to Kidd's. refusal\nfor a readjustment of the division of the spoils giving\nthe Governor a larger share. He abandoned the captain\nto his fate, and Kidd was sent across to London for trial.\nAt Old Bailey, London, Kidd, instead of being charged,\nas he expected, with having exceeded his commission which\nthe production of his ship's papers and the commission\nfrom the King wouTd have at once disproved—was charged\nwith the death of Gunner Moore. One of his crew,\nPalmer, who had sided with Moore, gave the chief\nevidence.\nThe luckless captain had but little money in hand with\nwhich to provide lawyers and counsel to defend him.\nHis ship's papers and commission, which would have testi-\nfied he was an authorized officer maintaining discipline\nagainst mutineers, and that he was no pirate, were held\nback by the authorities. He was tricked most basely into\nsilence as regards Lord Bellamount, the Lord Chancellor,\nand, above all others, as to the King's participation in his\nenterprise; he was found guilty; and, instead of being\nreprieved, as he had been led to understand, in considera-\ntion of his silence concerning his co-partners, Kidd was\nhanged in chains in 1701.\nIt has long been the belief that Kidd buried untold\n'wealth in various places on Long Island, and on the shores\nof South Carolina. With the exception of that cache\nfound in \"Kidd's Hollow\", near Cherry Tree Harbor,\nGardiner's Island, no others have been discovered. Out\nof \"Kidd's Hollow\" was lifted part of the Quedagh Mer-\nchant's treasure. Of gold, in coins, bars, and dust, there\nwere 750 ounces; of silver, 560; and of precious stones,'\nsixteen ounces. It has to be pointed out that only during\nhis'last, ill-fated cruize did he fail to put into Boston or\nNew York to land the spoils for sharing with his co-\npartners. Lord Bellamount saw to that!\nN. P. Yet he it was who sent Kidd to the gallows.\n\nNocturne\nAlfred Kreymborg\nThe pantaloons are dancing,\ndancing through the night,\npure white pantaloons,\nunderneath the moon,\non a jolly wash line,\nskipping from my room,\nover to Miranda,\nwho washed them this noon."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "821", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Yen-Shee Eater\nBy Sadakichi Hartmann\nPass the booz, should be kind of funny to lush\n* in this fine joint. Yes, on yer life she would get\nup on her pins to-day. Take a walk in the woods and\npick walnuts. Wouldn't faze her a bit, she would put on\nher swagger cloe's and make the aristocrats look like\ncounterfeits.\"\nBill Nimmack gave a sigh of relief. The worst was\nover. For three days Florida May had lain in.high fever\nat the hotel-room, doubled up with the innions, a pain\nnn the stomach caused from inhaling opium smoke, and\nhalloeing for cocaine and yen-shee and what not, and as\nthe poor innocent youth could not procure what might\nhave given her relief, she would keep up a constant flow\nof profanity until she fell back into a stupor. And he in\nimmaculate tailor-made had been camping in an armchair,\nemptying half a bottle of whiskey every night, afraid of\ncatching some disease and still more afraid that some\nguests might make a complaint which would necessitate\ntheir departure.\nHe had been exploring Chinatown a few nights ago,\nand finally after Chow Main and rose wine cantering to\nthe elevated he noticed a woman moaning in a dark\nhallway. He inquired why she did not go home.\niHome?\" she muttered with a reckless laugh, \"I have\no home. I roost here.\" Despite her bedraggled ap-\nearance, something in her personality had attracted him,\n3r Bill Nimmack was young, amorous and looking for\ndventures. She got up, looking him over and apparently\nitisfied with her scrutiny, asked him if he had ever seen\nh cat hitting the pipe, if he had plenty of \"sugar\" and\nf/ould cough up she would be his Jack Connors.\nThus they proceeded to feel their way along dark lanes,\nto climb over roofs and down skylight stairs until they\ngained admission in some vile-smelling, dismally lighted\nden that looked like a steerage compartment with a few\nsqualid forms huddled away in the bunks. They squatted\non the foul bamboo mat and the silent dope distributor\n)roduced from some rear closet two hollowed out lichi\nluts with lids made of playing cards. Bill Nimmack\nooked about and watched with wonder a big black tom-\n:at that had crawled upon the girl's chest and scratched\nit her sleeves as she cooked a pill at the flame of a small\nilcohol lamp. Greedily sucking at the pipe she blew the\npioke into the cat's face. After a few repetitions, the\n:at rolled over stupefied. Bill Nimmack almost did the\n>ame. He could stand it no longer and so they went\n:o a saloon. There she confided to him the \"customary\"\nitory of her life. She came of a decent family and had\npeople in some up state town. She had received an adi-\nlation and could hammer the pianner. Then she had\nirifted to Chinatown and there she had stuck to drink\nind drugs. She was no shillyshally. She could sling a\new slugs. She had caused one of the Tong feuds. Her\nnan was a Japanee on a sal'. He had been kind to her,\nie had bought her one of those ragtime fonogra. For a\nime he needed no plumber. Now his pipe were froze,\nie had called her a noisy sneak. She would not take any\n|112 his guff, not she. Bill Nimmack thought hard. He\npas a good-hearted fellow. He thought that a week's\nracation in the country where she could breathe some\nfresh air and get back her strength would do her good.\nShe was of the same opinion. \"You are a six spot, a\nwhite chip. You give me de hunch of my life.\" And so\nit came about that young Bill Nimmack, the only son\nof the leading hay-feed merchant of Waterburg, roomed\nand boarded with Florida May in one of the swellest\nhotels in the Catskills. Until now she had not much\nchance for recuperation, bellowing and howling as she had\nbeen all the time for some impossible drug, but to-day there\nhad come a change over her.\nShe really looked quite handsome in the new hat and\ngown that he had bought her. She walked rather slouch-\nily and there was no color in her face, but it was after all\na veritable resurrection. He felt quite proud of his\nmission. And she bubbled over with good spirits. \"Now\nwidout pausin' to cut for deal, I can fluff me skirts and\nsquare me elbows with an air as if I was useter it. My\nnew hat is a peach. Chicago May isn't in it. She has\nonly two feathers on her calaboos. I have 'leven.\" Her\nlanguage, true enough, was exasperating, yet time would\nmend all that. Bill Nimmack's face beamed with happi-\nness as they walked away from the hotel, she leaning on\nhis arm.\nTwo ladies passed them, a big stout Jewish matron\nand her stumpy dark-eyed daughter. The tail end of the\nseason being near, they had shown a decided interest in\nthe pride of Waterburg, having betrayed eagerness to\nmake his acquaintance at various occasions; now surprise\nwas plainly visible on their features. With the young\nfemale, it was a sentiment of regret \"how can you,\"\nand with the older one, an expression of disdain \"I de-\nclare.\" But Bill Nimmack did not care.\nThey merrily climbed a hillside. He would pass his\narm around her waist and stop and kiss her, and theii\nlaugh loudly and throw his arms about m wild gesticula-\ntions. His joy was contagious—she also would laugh,\nthough in a hard sort of a way, as if someone stepped on\nshreds of smashed crockery, a laugh that comes with years\nin Chinatown. They sauntered leisurely through the open\nwoods, making their way through the underbrush and\nwading through pools of water. The bushes were still\nwet with dew. The ground was slippery. She lifted\nher skirts knee-high and he pulled up his trousers showing\n.his elastics, and whenever they stumbled, they bumped\nagainst each other and both would laugh. Now and then\nthey would stop in silence, and she, after inhaling deeply,\nwould blow out the smoke of her cigarette through her\nnostrils into his face.\nIt was all so new to her, the fields whitened with wild\ncarrots, the hues of yellow, red and purple, the breezy\nsky, the blue distances. The sun was mounting in the\nsky and radiated everything. Oh, this was fun indeed.\nThey skipped about and he pinched her and she hit at\nhim. Then they began to pick walnuts and trying to\nopen them, got their fingers all brown, and when they\nstooped to gather the same fruit, they would fall down\nand roll over each other in the grass. And suddenly he\nknelt before her on the moist ground, threw his arms\naround her, buried his face in her lap and behaved like"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "822", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and edited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Wash-\nta^EntSenr%NSlconl°cU®matS?^C?oft2 New York. N. Y.. October 14th, 1915. under the Act\nof March 3d, 1897.\n\na madman, while she petted him good-naturedly on his\nhead.\nTwo hours later, all wet and covered with brown stains,\ndirty and weary looking, they came down the same way.\nShe was tired out. The cool morning had changed into\na sultry noon. He, considerably sobered, tried to engage\nher in a serious conversation.\n\"How long, May, did you lead this kind of life? he\ninterrupted the silence.\n\"I have been hitting it good and hard for eight years,\nand it wouldn't faze me now if that damned lobby-gow\nhad not told on me. De old snoozer has mixed it all\nup, marbles and chalk.\"\n\"And what on earth is a lobby-gow?\", he asked.\n\"One of those pig-tail heads that rush the growler for\nus skates. He gave the Japanee d steer on me, that I was\nmaking a run on Yen-shee.\"\nBill Nimmack was obliged once more to express his\nignorance as to a certain term in her vocabulary.\n\"Aren't you dead slow, gauzy old fake, its the scrap-\nings from an opium pipe.\"\n\"Heavens, May, and what do you do with it?\"\n\"I'm surprised at youse. Do you think I use it for\na hair tonic.\" .\n\"You mean to say, you chew it—actually swallow it.\nHorrible. And how does it make you feel?\"\n\"It puts you on the bum. You imagine you own Brook-\nlyn Bridge and sell it for ten cents.\"\n\"Why don't you drop it?\"\nShe replied that nothing could break her of the habit\nnow.\n\"You won't live long at that.\"\n\"You ring de bell.\" There was not a note of interest\nin the woman's voice when she made this reply. Bill\nNimmack shuddered. She, a yen-shee eater. No doubt,\nit acted like some slow, but deadly poison, that affected\nthe whole system, intestines and all. She would soon\nlose all traces of beauty, become sodden and grey, and\nend in the morgue.\nWell, another time he would talk more to the point.\nNow it was dinner-time, and he had to get shaved. He\nadvised her to go to their room and dress. When he\ncame out of the barbershop he refreshed himself with\na highball and thereupon hastened to the room. It was\nempty. May! he called. No answer. Then he dis-\ncovered that also her valise was gone. What could it\nmean. He hurried downstairs and almost fell into the\narms of the young Jewish maiden. She looked at him\nwith big eyes and not knowing what to say or do, asked\nhim if he had seen the Chinaman\nWhat Chinaman! With his lady?—\"The lobby-gow\nhas been here,\" he shrieked, and rushed away as one out\nof his wits.\nHe ran to the railway station. A train just pulled out.\nHe caught a glimpse of white at a window and next to\nit a grinning Chinese face. She had gone. He was dazed.\nHe felt like weeping; he did not know whether over\nher departure or his own foolishness. He felt deeply\nhurt. Surely, he had offered her a chance to reform, but\nno, called by the lobby-gow, no doubt with a message\nfrom her Japanee, she had gone away from the colors\nof autumn, the solitude of the woods, the balmy mountain\na;r?—back to the crooked streets, the night life, to fan-tan\nand pie-gow gamblers, to her tribe of cocaine and yen-shee\neaters, to her wonderful opium-smoking cat, back to the\nblack smoke which endures over all change and decay.\n\nSing Song of Thoughts\nFlorence Lowe\nThrobbing, sobbing, the dream music falters and dies,\nThe low, vibrating cadence, that never was,\nIs gone ....\nCrash! the barbarous cymbal's brazen voice\nScreams, \"I am real,\nThou canst not but hear me!\"\nThe Model's Song\nSeconds, seconds, tic, toe, tic,\nDragging, lagging, fly more quick,\nNew love, true love, fill my song,\nTic, toe, tic, toe, long, long, long!\n\nREADERS OF BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nARE ASKED TO BECOME\nSUBSCRIBERS\n52 ISSUES FOR TWO DOLLARS\n\nFurnished Farm House\nat Mystic, Conn., at very low rent. References requested.\nH. E. ANGELL, WHITE PLAINS, N. Y.\n\nEdith Haynes Thompson\nHER SHOP\nContaining Many Quaint and Beautiful Things\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE SOUTH\nHours: 1 to 5.30 P. M.\n\nJoseph McCarthy\nPAINTINGS AND\nANTIQUES\n30 WEST 46th STREET"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[823]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.19", "texte": "HOTEL BREVOORT CAFE LAFAYETTE\nFifth Avenue University Place\nRAYMOND ORTEIG, INC.\nThe Two French Hotels and Restaurants of New York\n\nGONFARONE'S\n40 West Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. Henry, speaking of Gonfarone's in one of his\nunexcelled Greenwich Village Stories.\n\nGreenwich Village Inn\n(Polly's)\nBetween Washington Sq. & 6th Ave.\nService a la Carte\nOutdoor Dining Room\n\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\n\nFlorence Gough has designed children's play\nfrocks and kiddies rompers for vacation wear.\nPAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. Y.\nPhone Spring 23\n\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.\n\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.\n\nT. D. Cox\nStationery and News Shop\nCirculating Library\n68 Washington Place, N. Y.\n\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\n\n'Phone Spring 3922\nTHE DUTCH OVEN\n135 MacDougal Street\nnear Washington Sq.\nOpen Air Dining Room\nHome Cooking\nLuncheon Tea Dinner"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[824]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160701-01.1.20", "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. .\n\nFor Houses, Apartments or Rooms, See\nPEPE &\nREAL ESTATE AND\nTelephone 4119 Spring\nBRO.\nINSURANCE\n40 So. Washington Square\nCor. of MacDougal Street\n\nBeing a book\nIN WHICH\nwe say just what we think. 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