{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_sha256": "c4dfbb8d53f9ad6e7bef49b0a2188d64d8e2cf2953550a6baabf92f4c4cd3461", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/08_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/08_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[823]", "page_fin": "[823]", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Beata Solitude", "titre_sommaire": "Beata Solitude", "signature_source": "Ernest Dow son", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[823]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 136, "fin_caractere_exclue": 755, "texte": "Beata Solitude\nErnest Dow son\nrJ IHAT land of Silence\n* Where pale stars shine\nOn apple-blossom\nAnd devo-drenched vine.\nIs yours and mine?\nThe silent valley\nThat woe will find,\nWhere all the voices\nOf humankind\nAre left behind.\n• There all forgetting,\nForgotten quite,\nWe voill repose us,\nWith our delight\nHid out of sight.\nThe world forsaken,\nAnd out of mind\nHonour and labour,\nWe shall not find\nThe stars unkind.\nAnd men shall travail,\nAnd laugh and voeep;\nBut voe have vistas\nOf gods asleep,\nWith dreams as deep.\nA land of Silence,\nWhere |>ale stars shine\nOn apple-blossoms\nAnd devo-drenched vine,\nBe yours and mine!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[823]", "page_fin": "826", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "If Francis Joseph of Austria Should Die?", "titre_sommaire": "If Francis Joseph of Austria Should Die?", "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": "[823]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 757, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4622, "texte": "If Francis Joseph of Austria Should\nDie?\n\nHP HE rather scarce and never concrete war reports about\noperations of the Austrian armies contained a year\nago rumors of desertions \"en masse\" of Austrian soldiers\nin the fighting lines, rumors of demoralizing revolts in\nthis or that army corps, Germany's doubts as to the re-\nliability of her ally's armies and the supposedly enforced\nsubstitution of Austrian soldiers by German regiments in\nthe fortresses of Galicia and of Poland. Winston Church-\nill, of the British Admiralty, once said in an official state-\nment: \"The greatest feature in the course of the present\nwar will be the collapse of Austria as a militalry factor.\"\nHe asserted \"this collapse appears to be irreparable\" and\nthat \"it will be a tremendous event in the history of the\nworld.\"\nWho are these Austrian soldiers supposedly deserting\ntheir flag on the battlefields? Is a revolt in the mobilized\nlines of the oldest and once strongest of all European\narmies possible? \\\nIf these questions were put before the most loyal Aus-\ntrian he would hesitate a while with his answer, and finally\nsay: \"No, never—never as long as Emporer Francis Joseph\nlives.\" If you succeeded in gaining his confidence, he\nmight add \"But once he closes his eyes, who knows what\nwill happen.\" And he will have told you the slogan of\nthree generations of dissatisfied Austrians that are con-\nstantly revolting against the administration of their\nGovernment.\nThe link that holds together the polyglot nations of the\nAustrians empire is the genuine love of their Emperor,\nby all his subjects. His strict adherence to the best in the\ntraditions of Hapsburg rulers has brought him nearer\nto the hearts of all his people than any Austrian em-\nperor has been. They have been disappointed in their\nGovernment and its failure to fulfill its promises many\ntimes during the past sixty years; the national feeling has\nbeen wounded and revolts have occurred that seemed to\ntake on the aspect of revolutions, but never has there\nbeen a time that the masses could not be controlled by a\nmessage from their beloved emperor. Their thought has\never been \"We cannot add this further trial to the already\nhard lot of our ruler.\"\nThe many rumors about the death of Francis Joseph,\nand, after their official denial, the suspicion he might\nhave died and his. death hidden for political reasons, was\nperhaps responsible for the reported disorders in the Aus-\ntrian army. Loyalty to Francis Joseph and Austrian\npatriotism are one. Every Austrian is, as President Wil-\nson would say, a hyphenated citizen. He is an Austrian-\nGerman or an Austrian-Bohemian or an Austrian-Servian\nor an Austrian-Hungarian. Nearly every crown land of\nthe Empire represents a nation, a nation that was inde-\npendent in the past; had its own rulers, and whose political\naspirations have never died. Bohemian independents claim\nto have a right to elect their own king. Dalmatians hold\nevery year a national convention to remind the citizens of\nthe ancient kingdom that they chose of their own free will\na Hapsburg as their ancient king and protector.\nThe Italians in the Alpine provinces and on the Adriatic\nsea look with longing eyes to the opposite shores of the\nblue Adriatic. They are bound to live a double life—\nthe official life that compels them to use the official\nlanguage whenever they approach the Government,\nwhenever they exercise their constitutional rights as Aus-\ntrian subjects. And they live a private life. Whenever\nthey dare to let fall the mask they speak their own\nlanguage. They have politics of their own; politics that\nare in contrast with those they are compelled to take active\npart in. They all know that it will come \"some time\"\nto \"something.\" This \"something\" means revolution;\nrevolution against everything that they, their fathers, and\neven their grandfathers, had to suffer; paying enormous"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "824", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3998, "texte": "taxes without receiving the attention every Government\nshould pay in its own interest to its supporters. Against\ndry bureaucracy which is the real executive power in\nAustria, and finally against their old and severest\ngrievance. Their children cannot study in schools con-\nducted in their own national language. They are forced\nto use German, the official language, whenever they appeal\nto the courts of their own country. Their newspapers\nand periodicals are under constant surveillance, and the\njudgment of the censors offends in many cases deeply\nrooted national feelings.\nFrancis Joseph speaks Bohemian, he speaks Croatian,\nItalian and Polish and all the other languages. When-\never he traveled in previous years he did not fail to make\nuse of his knowledge of languages in the different coun-\ntries of his empire. He had a fine understanding for the\nnational feelings of his people. They felt he sympathized\nwith them and that he had a sincere desire to further their\ncause so far as he could. They understood, judging from\ntheir own lives, the double role he was compelled to play\nall his life, that he was hampered by bad councilors from\nthe second he ascended the throne of his ancestors as a\nyouth of eighteen: that he was hampered in following\nhis own clear judgment and in leading the people of bis\nempire to a safe economical and political port.\nThe terrible persecutions by Fate that had made the\npath of his own life far thornier and harder to walk upon\nthan that of the least of his subjects won him the sympa-\nthies of all. They postponed that \"some time\" of their\nhope for a national life of their own until the day when\ntheir action would not heap new sorrow upon the head\nof their revered emperor.\nThe state of affairs in Austria-Hungarian monarchy\nwill be about the same as in the year 1848, shortly after\nFerdinand I. had abdicated and Francis Joseph had be-\ncome ruler. Bohemians and Slavs in all parts of the em-\npire revolted against German despotism. The Polish\npopulation sought to realize their never dispelled dream\nof a new independent Poland. The Italian inhabitants\nof the southern provinces revolted. Every big city, being\na polyglot centre, was turned into a battlefield. Battles\nwere fought in the streets, and even in corridors of houses\noccupied by tenants of different nationalities. The army\nproved insufficient, as the sympathies of the soldiers pre-\nvented them from shooting down their brothers fighting\nfor independence, for rights and for ideas that were held\nby themselves.\nPromises made to the different nations gradually paci-\nfied them. The young emperor's bravery on the Italian\nbattlefields won him the love of all. He was the best\neducated prince the Hapsburg dynasty ever had put for-\nward. He was the hope of all nations and of all political\nparties of his empire. Bismarck himself, after paying a\nvisit to Austria's capital in the year 1852, reported in\nBerlin: \"The personality of the young emperor impresses\nme very highly and favorably. He speaks very enthu-\nsiastically about the reforms he intends to introduce in\nhis empire, and the holy fire burns in his eyes when he\ntalks about the peace and the prosperity his subjects will\nenjoy henceforth. He is open, straightforward, and there\nseems no hesitation in whatever statement he makes. The\nearnest desire to fulfill his mission is that of a ripened man,\nand makes one almost forget his extreme youth.\"\nAn excellent judge was the Iron Chancellor of Francis\nJoseph, as well as of all the other men of his period. It\nwas at this time that bad councilors prevented the young\nemperor, as in all those long years of his reign, from\nfollowing his impulse to do the right thing on the spur\nof the moment and win back the \"Holy German Empire.\"\nAustria's Balkan and Oriental politics were the cause of\nthe downfall of her predominating influence among the\ngreat Powers of the world and of the poverty of both her\nGovernment and her people. Instead of realizing the"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "825", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6782, "texte": "gradually increasing power of little Prussia, marching\nwith big steps to the leadership of the German Confedera-\ntion that rightfully belonged to Austria, she was tangled\nup with the Bulgarians and Rumanians, helped the Rus-\nsians against the Turks, put burdensome taxes upon her\npeople, neglected the education and social uplift of her\nmasses, and kept the Slav element purposely in darkest\nignorance.\nA constitution was granted. But, while the people dis-\ncussed the vital problems of their countries and while their\ndelegates considered ways and means of building up a new\nAustria with a healthy administration, bureaucracy was\n\" ruling the country. Men who occupied the high execu-\ntive offices were self-sufficient, made their, own politics,\ninfluenced the Emperor to ratify their decisions, and kept\ny out of touch with the millions that were producing the\nbread of the country and waiting so impatiently for relief.\nSixty long years the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy ex-\nhausted her resources in men and money keeping to her\n* questionable Balkan policy. Through her insincere actions\nshe incited all the peoples in her boundaries to revolt that\noften required real military campaigns for suppression.\nFor instance, in the year 1907 the Bohemians had lost\ntheir patience. Prague, the capital, was in a state of\nsiege. • Fighting in the streets lasted for days; many\nhundreds were killed and wounded. It was on this oc-\ncasion that the Austrian Government learned how useless\nit was to support her policies wi|h the guns of her soldiers.\nTrue enough, they followed the command. They marched\nagainst their brothers who had revolted. They loaded\ntheir guns and directed them against the barricades and\nagainst the citizens, but they shot in the air, and it was\n* necessary to send German and Italian regiments to Bo-\nhemia to do the fighting.\nThis crisis passed over, as many others. Love of Francis\nJoseph proved again the talisman of Austrian patriotism\nAustria's intercession in the Balkan crisis in 1912\nbrought her one step nearer to her collapse. She re-\nquested a revision of the peace treaties of Bucharest in\nfavor of Bulgaria. This action was imprudent. From\nthis time dates an estrangement in the German and Aus-\ntrian relationship. After the project had to be given up.\nAustria's excuse was, as ever, that there were \"vital in-\nterests of the monarchy involved.\"\nAustria wanted to disturb the peace of her millions of\ninhabitants for the sake of adding Kotschana and Ischtip\nto the possessions of the Bulgarians. What did the na-\ntions of Austria care if these two places, whose existence\nfew had ever known of before, belonged to Servia or Bul-\ngaria? And this occurred at a time when Austria faced\nan economical crisis and peace only could restore sane liv-\nf ing conditions. The times required work for the masses,\nan increase in salary for the Government employees, and\na reduction of taxes.\nThe Austrian army has always been known as a body\nof brave and daring men, loyal to the last drop of blood\nto its leader, the Hapsburg prince. The year 1866, with\nits Bohemian calamities, showed clearly that the Austrian\nforces lacked well trained and far-seeing leaders.\n\"Tradition first,\" is an old Austrian principle, and\nwhoever wanted to break tradition and give the Austrian\npeople the benefit of progress was not wanted in an in-\nfluential position. It is not true that the princes of the\nimperial house did not take interest in the welfare of their\ncountry or that they were degraded.\nThere is Crown Prince Rudolph, one of the most\ntalented, best educated men of his time. His unhappy\nmarriage to a woman he did not love, who made his life\nunendurable with petty jealousies, dragging their private\naffairs constantly before the public, was used by his ad-\nversaries to blacken his character and his intentions. The\ntruth is he was highly advanced in his ideas. He was a\nfriend of all popular reforms. The people had started\nto look up to him as a newly arisen liberator of their\ncountry. Under the pseudonym \"An Austrian\" he had\nwritten a book called \"Austria in Her Twelfth Hour.\"\nIt showed the sincere intentions and the determinations\nof the Crown Prince to bring about sane conditions in his\npaternal empire. Shortly after the book was published\nofficial chicanery drove him to resignation from official\nlife. Archduke Johann Salvator, the best friend of the\nCrown Prince, later known as Johann Orth, also a very\nable man, resigned, together with the Crown Prince, and\neven abdicated all his titles, which meant nothing to him\nwithout the opportunity of living up to them. Not less\nthan nine members of the imperial family, all men who\nhad occupied high positions in the army, resigned titles\nand honors and positions to live their own private lives,\nwithout the necessity of keeping up a dual existence.\nThe regiments of the Austrian army are known as\nItalian or German, Bohemian or Dalmatian, Croatian or\nHungarian. Men are compelled to use German giving\ncommands and making reports. They serve three years,\nbut they do not forget their nationality, and there is no\nother common national feeling developed among the ranks\nof the army as the common love for their emperor. The\nbanner carried before them, with its black and yellow\ncolors, stands for Francis Joseph and not for the nation.\nWhea they were used to supress revolt, in Austria, Ger-\nman regiments suppressed revolts in Bohemian countries,\nCroatian regiments helped to pacify German revolts, and\nso on. The national feeling of the soldiers and the\ndesire of the Government supported each other and the\nresult was satisfactory.\nBut now they are at the boundaries of their country,\nfighting Russian and Italian forces—officially allies of the\nGerman Kaiser. The support of Austrian arms means\nvery much to the German war forces. In case they meet\nwith defeat, Austrian territory will furnish the battlefields\nfor German encounters with their Slav foes and save\nGerman soil from devastation and the Germans at home\nfrom the cruel experiences of war.\nGermany knows what it can expect from its Austrian\nconfederate. It knows that as long as Emperor Francis\nJoseph lives his troops will be loyal to him to the last\nman. Rumors of his death have been circulated. Who\ncan blame Germans if they are cautiously trying to garri-\nson important fortresses with their own men at a time\nwhen the Austrian banners might any moment cease to\nbe the symbol of their patriotism, of their national honor,\n\"Francis Joseph.\"\nHe is living in Vienna, in the same regular manner as\nduring the last fifty years/ He works from early in the\nmorning, with very little interruption, until sunset. He\ndoes not permit himself to be ill. He is subject to the\niron duty he calls his mission in life. The few pleasures"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "826", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 46, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1951, "texte": "he had' in life he had to give up because of failing health.\nHe misses his beloved cigars, and often does he visit the\nimperial stables, holding mute conversation with his old\nsaddle horses, which he can no longer ride. Surrounded\nby the Austrian court, there is no man living more simply\nwithin the boundaries of his empire.\nUnaccompanied does he walk in the public parks of\nVienna, speaking in the dialect of the people to an e\nwoman or to an old man, or he pats the blond head of a\nlittle tot that crosses his path.\nEverybody in his empire knows the one affair of his\nheart, knows that he was an ardent admirer of Catherina\nScratt, the Sarah Bernhardt of Vienna. Catherina Schratt\nhas grown old and wrinkled, but the love in her heart for\nFrancis Joseph is the same as of yore. The people of the\nresidence are never scandalized about this affair. They\ncall him, good-naturedly, Mr. Schratt, and, as he used\nto wear a colonel's uniform while visiting his sweetheart,\nthey called him Colonel Schratt. Colonel Schratt the\noctogenarian visits to-day, as of yore, his sweetheart every\nevening in her modest little home. They are just like\na plain old couple. Frau Schratt in a motherly way puts\na shawl around the Emperor's neck on a cold winter night\nbefore he returns to his palace, and he enjoys a good meal\nshe prepares for him. Catherina Schratt, who kept her\nstage name after her marriage to an Austrian diplomat,\nBaron von Kisch, gives the Emperor the happiness and\ncontent which he never could find in the midst of his fam-\nily or in the midst of his Ministers. His subjects are\nhappy with and for the Emperor, and they even transfer\na part of their affection to Frau Schratt.\nThe final curtain will lower itself sooner or later over\nthis idyll. The inevitable will happen. The Emperor\nwill die. Will there be a revolt not only in the armies,\nbut all over the boundaries of the empire?\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "824", "page_fin": "824", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.3.1", "titre_corps": "Francis Joseph I", "titre_sommaire": "Francis Joseph I", "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": "824", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 32, "texte": "Francis Joseph I"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "826", "page_fin": "827", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "My Favorite Murder", "titre_sommaire": "My Favorite Murder", "signature_source": "AMBROSE BIERCE", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "826", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 1953, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4609, "texte": "My Favorite Murder\nBy AMBROSE BIERCE\n\nHaving murdered my mother under circumstances of\nsingular atrocity, I was arrested and put upon my trial,\nwhich lasted seven years. In summing up, the judge of\nthe Court of Acquittal remarked that it was of the most\nghastly crimes that he had ever been called upon to ex-\nplain away.\nAt this my counsel rose and said :\n\"May it please your honor, crimes are ghastly or agree-\nable only by comparison. If you were familiar with the\ndetails of my client's previous murder of his uncle, you\nwould discern in his later offense something in the nature\nof tender forbearance and filial consideration for the\nfeelings of the victim. The appalling ferocity of the\nformer assassination was indeed inconsistent with any\nhypothesis but that of guilt; and had it not been for the\nfact that the honorable judge before whom he was tried\nwas the president of a life insurance company which took\nrisks on hanging, and in which my client held a policy,\nit is impossible to see how he could have been decently\nacquitted. If your honor would like to hear about it\nfor the instruction and guidance of your honor's mind,\nthis unfortunate man, my client, will consent to give him-\nself the pain of relating it under oath.\"\nThe district attorney said: \"Your honor, I object. Such\na statement would be in the nature of evidence, and the\ntestimony in this case is closed. The prisoner's statement\nshould have been introduced three years ago, in the spring\nof 1881.\"\n\"In a statutory sense,\" said the judge, \"you are right,\nand in the Court of Objections and Technicalities you\nwould get a ruling in your favor. But not in a Court of\nAcquittal. The objection is overruled.\"\n\"I except,\" said the district attorney.\n\"You cannot do that,\" the judge said. \"I must remind\nyou that in order to take an exception you must first get\nthis case transferred for a time to the Court of Exceptions\nupon a formal motion duly supported by affidavits. A\nmotion to that effect by your predecessor in office was\ndenied by me during the first year of this trial.\n\"Mr. Clerk, swear the prisoner.\"\nThe customary oath having been administered, I made\nthe following statement, which impressed the judge with\nso strong a sense of the comparative triviality of the of-\nfense for which I was on trial that he made no further\nsearch for mitigating circumstances, but simply instructed\nthe jury to acquit, and I left the court without a stain\nupon my reputation.\n\"I was born in 1856 in Kalamakee, Mich., of honest\nreputable parents, one of whom Heaven has mercifully\nspared to comfort me in my later years. In 1867 the\nfamily came to California and settled near Nigger Head,"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "827", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6090, "texte": "112 where my father opened a road agency and prospered\nbeyond the dreams of avarice. He was a silent, saturnine\nman then, though his increasing years have now some-\nwhat relaxed the austerity of his disposition, and I be-\nlieve that nothing but his memory of the sad event for\nwhich I am now on trial prevents him from manifesting\na genuine hilarity.\n\"Four years after we had set up the road agency an\nitinerant preacher came along, and having no other way\nto pay for the night's lodging which we gave him, favored\ni us with an exhortation of such power that, praise God, we\n112 were all converted to religion. My father at once sent\nfor his brother, the Hon. William Ridley of Stockton, and\non his arrival turned over the agency to him, charging\n(,/him nothing for the franchise or plant—the latter con-\nr sisting of a Winchester rifle, a sawn-off shotgun, and an\nassortment of masks made out of flour sacks. The family\nthen moved to Ghost Rock and opened a dance house.\nIt was called 'The Saints' Rest Hurdy-Gurdy,' and the\nproceedings each night began with prayer. It was there\nthat my now sainted mother, by her grace in the dance,\nacquired the soubriquet of 'The Bucking Walrus.'\n\"In the fall of 75 I had occasion to visit Coyote, on\nthe road to Mahala, and took the stage at Ghost Rock.\nThere were four other passengers. About three miles\nbeyond Nigger Head, persons whom I identified as my\nUncle William and his two sons held up the stage. Find-\ning nothing in the express box, they went through the\npassengers. I acted a most honorable part in the affair,\nplacing myself in line with the others, holding up my\nhands and permitting myself to be deprived of forty\n\"dollars and a gold watch. From my behavior no one\ncould have suspected that I knew the gentlemen who gave\nthe entertainment. A few days later, when I went to\nNigger Head and asked for the return of my money and\nwatch, my uncle and cousins swore they knew nothing\nof the matter, and they affected a belief that my father\nand I had done the job ourselves in dishonest violation\nof commercial good faith. Uncle William even threat-\nened t6 retaliate by starting an opposition dance house at\nv?Ghost Rock. As 'The Saints' Rest' had become rather un-\npopular, I saw that this would assuredly ruin it and prove\na paying enterprise, so I told my uncle that I was willing\nito overlook the past if he would take me into the scheme\nand keep the partnership a secret from my father. This\nfair offer he rejected, and I then perceived that it would\nbe better and more satisfactory if he were dead.\n\"My plans to that end were soon perfected, and com-\nmunicating them to my dear parents, I had the gratifica-\ntion of receiving their approval. My father said he was\nproud of me, and my mother promised that, although her\nreligion forbade her to assist in taking human life, I should\nhvae the advantage of her prayers, for my success. As\na preliminary measure, looking to my security in case\nof detection, I made an application for membership in\nthat powerful order, the Knights of Murder, and indue\ncourse was received as a member of the Ghost Rock Com-\nmandery. On the day that my probation ended I was for\nthe first time permitted to inspect the records of the order\nand learn who belonged to it—all the rites of initiation\nhaving been conducted in masks. Fancy my delight when,\nin looking over the roll of membership, I found the\nthird name to be that of my uncle, who indeed was junior\nHL H * • *\nvice-chancellor of the order! Here was an opporunity\nexceeding my wildest dreams—to murder I could add\ninsubordination and treachery. It was what my good\nmother would have called 'a special Providence.'\n\"At about this time something occurred which caused\nmy cup of joy, already full, to overflow on all sides, a\ncircular cataract of bliss. Three men, strangers in that\nlocality, were arrested for the stage robbery in which I\nhad lost my money and watch. They were brought to\ntrial and, despite my efforts to clear them and fasten\nthe guilt upon three of the most respectable and worthy\ncitizens of Ghost Rock, convicted on the clearest proof.\nThe murder would now be as wanton and reasonless as\nI could wish.\n\"One morning I shouldered my Winchester rifle and,\ngoing over to my uncle's house, near Nigger Head, asked\nmy Aunt Mary, his wife, if he were at home, adding that\nI had come to kill him. My aunt replied with a peculiar\nsmile that so many gentlemen called on the same errand\nand were afterward carried away without having per-\nformed it, that I must excuse her for doubting my good\nfaith in the matter. She said I did not look as if I\nwould kill anybody, so, as a guarantee of good faith, I\nleveled my rifle and wounded a Chinaman who happened\nto be passing the house. She said she knew whole families\nwho could do a thing of that kind, but Bill Ridley was a\nhorse of another color. She said, however, that I would\nfind him over on the other side of the creek in the sheep\nlot; and she added that she hoped the best man would\nwin.\n\"My Aunt Mary was one of the most fair-minded\nwomen whom I have ever met.\n\"I found my uncle down on his knees engaged in skin-\nning a sheep. Seeing that he had neither gun nor pistol\nhandy, I had not the heart to shoot him, so I approached\nhim, greeted him pleasantly, and struck him a powerful\nblow on the head with the butt of my rifle. I have a\nvery good delivery, and Uncle William lay down on his\nside, then rolled over on his back, spread out his fingers,\nand shivered. Before he could recover the use of his\nlimbs I seized the knife that he had been using and cut his\nham-strings. You know, doubtless, that when you sever\nthe tendon Achillis the patient has no further use of\nhis leg; it is just the same as if he had no leg. Well, I\nparted them both, and when he revived he was at my\nservice. As soon as he comprehended the situation, he\nsaid:\n\" 'Samuel, you have got the drop on me, and can afford\nto be liberal about this thing. I have only one thing to\nask of you, and that is that you carry me to the house\nand finish me in the bosom of my family.'"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "826", "page_fin": "826", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.4.1", "titre_corps": "Down Thompson Street", "titre_sommaire": "Down Thompson Street", "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": "826", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 4611, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4631, "texte": "Down Thompson Street"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "827", "page_fin": "827", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "To Fourteenth Street", "titre_sommaire": "To Fourteenth Street", "signature_source": "Tarleton Winchester", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "827", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 6092, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6328, "texte": "To Fourteenth Street\nTarleton Winchester\nThou art the boundary line\nBetween those that are and think they are,\nThose that are not and think they are,\nThose that are and think they are not,\nAnd those that are not and do not think at all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Our War With Mexico", "titre_sommaire": "Our War With Mexico", "signature_source": "Elbert Hubbard", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1719, "texte": "Our War With Mexico\nBy Elbert Hubbard\nShortly before his departure for Europe and his death\namong the victims of the Lusitania, I asked Mr. Elbert\nHubbard to write me a short note on the possibilities of\npolitical complications and a war of the United States\nwith Mexico.\nJVith pencil, on a scrap of paper, he drafted the follow-\ning sketch, which might be especially interesting, as it is\nso vastly different from every other article Mr. Hubbard\nwrote on the war situation.\n\\Y/ AR is a hectic direction human energy takes under\n\" certain conditions. In war-time whiskey flows, the\nbreweries' run night and day, gamblers and street girls\nprosper. Business booms. The towns run wide open.\nIt is not the time to clean up. It* is dissipation, disease\nand death. And disease and death are forms of life. To\nbe sure it is not productive business because it has small\nsurvival value. Smoke, noise, whoop, arguments, rattle,\nbang, waste and destruction of life and property spend\nthemselves and leave only the dead and soaring, sailing\nvultures. Nevertheless, war changes ownership and con-\nsumes the surplus and makes a new deal.\nThe Supreme Intelligence that \"rules the World\" takes\nno thought of an individual, no thought of a nation. Men\nand nations go down to death and to dust but the sun\nshines and the seasons come and go and the law of gravita-\ntion would never forget nor the stars lose their way if\nboth Mexico and the United States would abdicate to -\nDeath and leave the continent where it was in 1492.\nNature having infinite time, takes no thought of heart-\nthrobs. And if that perfect race does not appear on the\nearth for a hundred thousand years it will suit Nature\njust as well. She can wait."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "A Last Word", "titre_sommaire": "A Last Word", "signature_source": "Ernest Dowson", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1721, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2365, "texte": "A Last Word\nErnest Dowson\n| ET us go hence; the night is now at hand;\nThe day is overgrown, the birds all flown;\nAnd we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;\nDespair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,\nBroods like an owl; we cannot understand\nLaughter or tears, for we have only known\nSurpassing vanity; vain things alone\nH ave driven our perverse and aimless band.\nLet us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,\nTo Hallow Lands where just men and unjust\nFind end of labour, where's rest for the old,\nFreedom to all from love and fear and lust.\nTwine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold\nOur life-sick hearts and turn them into dust."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "The Grandmother", "titre_sommaire": "The Grandmother", "signature_source": "Armin T. Wegner", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2367, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4287, "texte": "The Grandmother\nArmin T. Wegner\nI WILL speak about my grandmother. High up in the\nmountains, where pine trees rustle and where the road\nloses itself in the forest, stands her house.\nIt is a little, quiet house; far above the abysses of the\nworld. There she lives all by herself. There she waters\nthe flowers of her garden in the summer and there she\nlistns to the glad voices of the wild birds of the forest\nwrhen the autumn comes. Her face is like an old book and\nmany lines of pain and bitterness are written on it; but\nher voice is soft and full of kindness. It comes out of her\nsoul, which seems to have finished with this life already\nand which has forgiven all.\nUp there, too, is the room where the old pictures are\nhanging; my mother had told me about them at the time\nwhen I wSs very small. More than one childhood lives\nin this house. And there is another room up there, but\nit is deserted most of the time. Only once in a while my\ngrandmother enters it and reads in old, tear-soaked letters,\nand thinks back upon the time when my grandfather wa?|\nstill alive. And she blesses in her thoughts her children\nwho are now far away somewhere across the sea in a\nforeign country.\nSometimes I make a journey up to the old lady's house.\nI arrive usually in the evening, and after I have climbed\nthe last hills I see the light of her house through the\nmisty forests. I sound the knocker on her door. The\nold maid opens and smiles and lets me enter. I go into\nthe living room. The lighted lamp is on the table and\nnear it an open book. Someone is standing near the\nwindow, looking out down the road. The figure turns\nand I see that it is grandmother. I extend to her my\nhand. \"Good evening, grandmother!\"\nBut she kisses my forehead and responds with her quiet\nsoft voice: \"Good evening, my boy!\"\nAnd after she has said this I know that I am far from\nall the world and that I shall have quietness and peace\nfor a few days."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Tom and Mary were seated at the nursery table with!", "titre_sommaire": "Tom and Mary were seated at the nursery table with!", "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": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4289, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4682, "texte": "Tom and Mary were seated at the nursery table with!\ntheir arms about each other quite lovingly. The nurse\nsurprised at their unexpectedly loving manners, asked\nwhat they were doing.\n\"We are playing honeymoon, nurse,\" was the answer.\n\"But why is Johnny sitting under the table all by\nhimself ?\" asked the nurse.\n\"I am waiting until I shall be born,\" was the gleeful\nanswer from under the table."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Drawing by Fritz Schnitzler", "titre_sommaire": "Drawing by Fritz Schnitzler", "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": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4684, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4711, "texte": "Drawing by Fritz Schnitzler"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "828", "page_fin": "828", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "At Child's", "titre_sommaire": "At Child's", "signature_source": "Tracey H. Lewis", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4713, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4855, "texte": "At Child's\nTracey H. Lewis\nThe dishes clatter,\nShe looks at me.\nThe dishes clatter,\nShe comes to me.\nTwo stepsj three steps—\nShe's come to me."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "The Ugliness of Sin", "titre_sommaire": "The Ugliness of Sin", "signature_source": "Hubert Crackanthorp", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1089, "texte": "The Ugliness of Sin\nHubert Crackanthorp\nIT was New Year's Eve. The old scene. A London\nnight; a heavy-brown atmosphere splashed with liquid\ngolden lights; the bustling market-place of sin; a silent\ncrowd of black figures drifting over a wet flickering pave-\nment.\nThe slow, grave notes from a church tower took com-\nmand of the night. The last one faded; the old year had\nslipped by. And then a woman laughed—a strident, level\nlaugh; and there swept through all the crowd a mad fev-\nerish tremor. The women ran one to the other, kissing,\nwildly welcoming the New Year in; and the men, shout-\ning thickly, snatched at them as they ran. And the cab-\nmen touted eagerly for fares.\nAcross the road, by a corner, a street missionary stood\non a chair—an undersized, poorly clad man, with a wiz-\nened bearded face.\n\"Repent . . . repent . . . and save\nyour souls to-night from the eternal torments of hell\nfire\" . . .\nThe women jostled him, pelted him with fond jibes; and\none—a young girl—broke into a peal of hysterical laugh-\nter.\nAnd I mused wonderingly on the ugliness of sin."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.13", "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": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1091, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1765, "texte": "Replated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nAll roads in America lead to the ball grounds.\nNow in the spring a woman's thoughts do lightly turn\nto moving and to millinery and to other bedivelry.\nThe fool and the limelight go together like the moth\nand the candle.\nNo man is bound to win, but every man is bound to\nfight for the cause he believes to be worthy of winning.\nA eugenist mostly is merely a hapless fool who thinks\nto accomplish by meddling what God has determined shall\nbe accomplished by love.\nJustice is an equation of conflicting interests under the\nrule of reason.\nA woman sport? Oh! yes, that's just a \"sport\" on\nwomanhood and doesn't really count, even among sports."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "A few days ago I was walking up Fifth Avenue and", "titre_sommaire": "A few days ago I was walking up Fifth Avenue and", "signature_source": "Jack", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 1767, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2364, "texte": "Jack\nA few days ago I was walking up Fifth Avenue and\nthe girl who accompanied me drew my attention to a\nman who tried to sell a little dog on the corner of 27th\nStreet, right in front of Brentano's. It was a little\nPomeranian, evidently of good breeding. I asked the\nman how much he wanted for the dog.\n\"Twenty-five dollars, Sir.\"\n\"Twenty-five dollars—no, that's too expensive, I'd\ngladly give five, even ten dollars. . .\n\"But my dear sir,\" answered the salesman, **Ten dol-\nlars? The man to whom the dog belongs would be glad\nto pay me a reward of ten dollars if I would bring it\nhiirlr tn him \""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Love Child", "titre_sommaire": "Love Child", "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": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2366, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2949, "texte": "Love Child\nJames Waldo Fawcett\nA LL night I heard her moaning in the room which is\nabove my room. A great grief must have befallen\nher, I said to myself, and I waited for the tears which\ncould not seem to come. Also, I wondered where were\nthe little feet, the child's feet, I used to hear.\nIn the morning when the landlady came to my door, I\nsaid: \"What is it upstairs?\"\nWith a shrug of the shoulders, she replied: \"Oh, it is\nnothing, monsieur. Only a crazy woman. For three\nweeks, now, has shebeen starving. And she is very pretty\ntoo. Now, her child, which had no father, is dead.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Poetess—From an Old English Chap Book", "titre_sommaire": "Poetess—From an Old English Chap Book", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2951, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2988, "texte": "Poetess—From an Old English Chap Book"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "829", "page_fin": "829", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "WHEN I die", "titre_sommaire": "WHEN I die", "signature_source": "Dimond Crisp", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2990, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3374, "texte": "Dimond Crisp\nWHEN I die\nLet there be\nNo weeping\nRather rejoice\nFor I go to claim\nWhat the gods\nHave promised me\nOne hour of Freedom\nIn which\nI shall realize\nFor a moment\nThe fulfillment\nOf every wish\nAnd dream\nOf my life\nUnsatisfied.\nThus shall I learn\nThe wisdom of the gods\nIn their restrictions\nAlso\nI shall go forward\nDrunken\nWith exhaltation!!\nWhen I die\nLet there be no weeping."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "830", "page_fin": "832", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "The Art of Will Rothenstein", "titre_sommaire": "The Art of Will Rothenstein", "signature_source": "W. G. Blaikie Murdoch", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "830", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4977, "texte": "The Art of Will Rothenstein\n\n'\"THERE have been few finer periods in British art than\n* the closing of last century. At this time the splendid\nschool whose rarest poet was Swinburne, its greatest\npainter Rossetti. its chief craftsman Morris, and its prime\nnovelist Meredith, commenced at last to disclose insignia\nof waning power. But, ere these m'en ceased activities\naltogether, a fresh life was poured into the arts through-\nout Britain, her rising generation beginning to prove\nitself as gifted as its immediate predecessor. Literature\nwas presently enriched by those in Ireland who, materially\nindebted to early Celtic lore, regarded Mr. W. B. Yeats\nas their leader; while simultaneously beautiful painting\ncame from the little coterie in Scotland, reflecting obliga-\ntions to the French Impressionists. And shortly there\ndawned that still brighter constellation, whereof the main\nluminaries were Beardsley and Conder, John Davidson\nand Crackanthorpe, Dowson and Mr. Arthur Symons.\nA sort of halo has gradually woven itself round these\nmen, partly because only too many of them died pre-\nmaturely. And numerous attempts have been made—no-\ntably by Mr. Holbrook Jackson in his book, The Eighteen-\nnineties—to represent them as an actual cenacle: a group\nwith a definite, common aim. Nevertheless, though all\nwere connected with The Yellow Book or The Savoy,\nis it not among the chief glories of these artists that each\nwas widely different from his fellows? for the achieve-\nment of each was wholly individual. And like homage\nis due as emphatically, if not even more so, to that brilliant\nmaster of portraiture who was closely associated with the\nforegoing, Mr. Will Rothenstein, whose art, furthermore,\nis indeed curiously anomalous in English work in general.\nA Glittering Laurel\nHis very name unfamiliar to frequenters of those ex-\nhibitions of which the Royal Academy is the type, Mr.\nRothenstein has withal a little band of exceptionally fer-\nvent devotees, their enthusiasm, in many cases, prompting\nthem to go the length of searching for, and treasuring up,\nevery available book or magazine containing prints after\nanything from his hand. With this callousness towards\nhim on the part of the mass, this worship of his gifts by\na moiety, his position is, of course, simply that of a host\nof fine workers before him, there being one respect, how-\never, in which he has fared very differently from a large\nnumber of these. For it is easy to recall men of genius\nwho, the fruits of their labours receiving such slender\npromulgation at first, were unknown even to the real\nmasters of their time; while some, too, there were—\nBlake, Shelley, Beethoven, to look no further afield for\nexamples—against the works of whom several of the\nablest artists, among their own contemporaries, actually\nmanifested strong hostility. But nearly every one of the\nbetter writers of Mr. Rothenstein's generation, together\nwith nearly all its better painters, have sat to him once,\nif not repeatedly, for their likenesses, as also have divers\ngreat sculptors, musicians, scientists, actors. And his\nwonderfuj portrait-gallery forms, accordingly, a mirror of\nthe intellectual world in that golden age, the closing years\nof last century. Here, then is an ideal homage to have\ngained: one far more precious than has been vouchsafed\nto those portraitists who, much admired, have yet engaged\na clientele merely among people of the kind known as\nfsahionable. Nor is it easy, scanning widely the records\nof art, to find any exact parallel to Mr.\nlaurel, virtually the only men, coming to mind in this re-\nlation, being Reynold and G. F. Watts, de la Tour in\nFrance of the siecle Louis XV, and Marcellin Desboutin\nin that country the day before yesterday.\nBiographical\nMr. Rothenstein was born at Bradford in 1872, and in\n1888, he became a pupil at the Slade School of Art, Lon-\ndon, where one of his preceptors was Alphonse Legros,\nfor whose etchings he has had a signally keen admiration\never since. He next went to study in Paris, and some\nof the work he did there came under the notice of\nWhistler, who, having lately revived lithography as an\nartistic medium, urged the young Englishman to essay\nit, an analogous incentive coming betimes from another\nquarter. For it chanced that a French publisher, Marty,\nhimself having a genuine interest in lithography, sought\nto nurture it by founding a journal, UEstampe Originale,\na cover-design for which was done by Toulouse-Lautrec.\nAnd Mr. Rothenstein was invited to contribute, one of\nthe most beautiful prints wherewith he responded having\nbeen reproduced, subsequently, in Henri Bouchot's valu-\nable book La Lithographic. Since then the artist has by\nno means ceased to paint in oils and water-colours, an\noil-painting from his brush being in fact in the Metropoli-\ntan Museum, New York; while he has also done a quan-\ntity of etchings, along with much superb work in chalk\nand pencil. But the majority of his finest portraits have"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "831", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3654, "texte": "been wrought in lithography, and a memorable result of\nhis practice of this art was published in 1893, Oxford Por-\ntraits, there appearing four .years later a further series of\nhis lithographic prints, The French Set. This was fol-\nlowed soon by various kindred productions, notably English\nPortraits in 1898, Liber Juniorum in 1899, and Man-\nchester Portraits in 1900; while Mr. Rothenstein is also\nsomething of an author, a book on Goya being chief among\nhis written works. Throughout the time he was engaged\nin these multiform activities, he lived mainly in London,\nwhere he exhibited pictures frequently at the New. English\nArt Club; but a few years ago his tense interest in occult\nmatters induced him to go to India, and on returning\nthence he settled in a lovely part of the south of England.\nVarious Portraits\nEvery artist necessarily owes much to his predecessors,\nand it is inconceivable that Mr. Rothenstein is an ex-\nception herein. Nevertheless, the paucity of his debt\nis brought home again and again, when studying his\nportraits, these appearing as naive as primitive art; while\nnext it is felt that each is the result of a happy moment of\ninspiration, no elaborating being suggested in them. They\nare akin, or thus they look on initial acquaintance with\nthem, to the sparkling talk of a born raconteur, or to a\ncollection of singularly lively, downright letters, embody-\ning personal reminiscences of men and women. But,\nobserve, here is a correspondent, a raconteur, who, ever\nattaining the conciseness which is largely the soul of wit,\nwould seem to ponder deeply before lifting his pen, or\nopening his lips, likewise seeing far into all that he writes\nof, or speaks of. The great writer, the great painter or\nsculptor, is proverbially somewhat disappointing when\nsought out behind the scenes by his devotees; and the\nproverb is not without justice, the explanation of the case\nbeing that men of genius are often inclined to wear a\nmask, as it were. But Mr. Rothenstein nearly always\ncontrives to see through this mask, and he shows the\nreal man of genius, the man whom the devotees hope to\nfind, not the masked person who disillusions them. His,\nmagnificent portrait of Swinburne, for example, adum-\nbrates just what is naturally associated with that sublime\npoet's temperament—the mysterious element usually and\nbest symbolized by fire; while. almost as much of this,\npossibly, lurks in the eyes of the exquisite Irish singer,\n\"A. E.whose picture likewise betokens him essentially\na dreamer. Fantin-Latour, again, is shown to be a very\nserious, aspirational person, his thoughts never far away\nfrom the canvas he finished yesterday, or the one he\nintends to begin to-morrow. But quite different is the\ndrawing of Rodin, who, prima facie, finds it easy to forget\nhis art now and then, and join in a joke, this trait being\nmirrored also in the face of Legros, while another sitter\nwho looks of genial disposition is George Gissing. Per-\nhaps, however, it is gentleness, rather than geniality, which\nis most clearly written on his mien—gentleness begotten\nof those sufferings described, once and for all, in the\nauthor's own Henry Ryecroft; while a portrait of Dowson\nproclaims that he too was of gentle, winning disposition;\nand his expression holds much of the wistfulness perforce\nlooked for therein, remembering the pensive colour of\nhis verses. How like those verses! is the unavoidable\nexclamation; and how like his novels! are the words in-\nevitably spoken on seeing the later of two studies of Mr.\nGeorge Moore; while a portrait of Henley insists strongly\non the brutality which was part of the latter's tempera-"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "832", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1896, "texte": "ment, Mr. Bernard Shaw is depicted as distinctly trucu-\nlent, Sir Henry Irving as addicted to vanity, and the face\nof W. E. H. Lecky betrays in him a habit of petulence.\nAs strong, nevertheless, as any of the portraits cited since\nthe Swinburne, are four of Paul Verlaine, all of them\nclearly signifying that divine poet full of what Poe aptly\ncalls \"the mad pride of intellectuality,\" likewise having\nin his nature a deal of the animalism which frequently\naccompanies poetic gifts. •\nA Great Critic\nIn fine, far from stopping short at figuring engaging\ntraits, Mr. Rothenstein almost always criticises his sitter\nruthlessly, this tendency constituting one of his grandest\nqualities, for the critical gift is among the most uncommon\nof all. It is the prerogative of men of intellectual might\nto gift, to weigh, to probe; and if Rembrandt is greater\nthan Velasquez, it is largely because he is more critical,\nthe Dutchman seeing further into his subjects than the\nmajestic Spaniard does. But the English school of por-\ntraiture, notwithstanding its glittering talent for making\nwhat is beautiful, is particularly barren in artists showing\nthis critical faculty; and Mr. Rothenstein's constant mani-\nfestation thereof is what prompted the contention, launched\nat the outset of this tribute, that his art is curiously\nanomalous in English work in general. Rather is he com-\nparable to the splendid Scottish trio, Wilkie, Geddes and\nRaeburn; to Jordaens in Flanders; or above all, to Hol-\nbein, that prodigy of shrewdness. However, the compar-\ning of him to previous workers, even to men so great as\nthese, is of comparatively small aid in appraising his\nachievement. For this is essentially an isolated, unique\nthing, wholly individual, like the respective achievements\nof those other masters, whose names are associated with\nthe closing years of last century.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "830", "page_fin": "830", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.18.1", "titre_corps": "Robert Bridges", "titre_sommaire": "Robert Bridges", "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": "830", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 4979, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4993, "texte": "Robert Bridges"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "831", "page_fin": "831", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.18.2", "titre_corps": "Bernard Shaw", "titre_sommaire": "Bernard Shaw", "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": "831", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 3656, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3668, "texte": "Bernard Shaw"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "831", "page_fin": "831", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.18.3", "titre_corps": "Thomas Hardy", "titre_sommaire": "Thomas Hardy", "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": "831", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 3670, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3682, "texte": "Thomas Hardy"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "832", "page_fin": "832", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "The Leper", "titre_sommaire": "The Leper", "signature_source": "Charles Gorham Barney, Jr", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "832", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 1898, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6315, "texte": "The Leper\nCharles Gorham Barney, Jr.\nA FTER being a few hours on the trains, one becomes\naccustomed to the fellow passengers; their incessant\ntalking—their coming and going. These things cease to\nmake any impression upon senses fatigued by the confusion\nand too rapid change. One withdraws so far into one's\nself that consciousness of all surroundings is deadened.\nAnd so it was with the leper as, staring absently out of the\ncar window, he watched the trees, the hills, the fences\npass in endless glissando.\nThis day he had forgotten that he was not alone. He\nwas thinking over that which he is always striving to for-\nget; the memory although no longer bitter is not sweet.\nA man and a tiny boy occupied the seat next behind\nhim. Just an ordinary man, rather fat and unusual look-\ning; just an everyday little fellow, thin and with no more\nthan the kittenish vivacity of any child of three.\nAn unaccountable feeling made him look around. Noth-\ning strange met his gaze. The arm of the man was about\nthe child, yet the attitude was much more than the ordi-\nnary one of unconsciously bestowed protection, and a sin-\ngular aloofness encompassed them. The leper felt him-\nself in the presence of some strong bond. A sense of awe\ncame upon him and he realized as clearly as if it had been\nspoken \"that child knows the man as his father and that\nman feels his fatherhood. It makes more of a man of him\nand through him it will make, nay it is making, a man of\nthe little tot.\"\nThis passion that existed between them was visible in a\nhundred ways, half a hundred movements, sounds and\nglances. Where were they going together, these two ?\nWhy were they alone? Where was the mother, or was\nthere a mother ?\nThe child caught the leper's eyes and they both smiled.\nThe leper looked away but soon his gaze wandered back\nto them. Father and son were peering out of the open\nwindow, the big hand was closed lightly around the smaller\none. Neither talked, there seemed to be no need. In\ntheir silence they were not separated. They loved each\nother more than the ordinary run of father and son.\nNeither was ashamed to show it. They did show it, not\nwith kisses and cooings—it was too deep for that—al-\nthough once the boy paddled over the father's face with a\nrather dirty, wobbly little hand.\nAfter a time the father caught the leper's glance. He\nsmiled. They spoke. Soon it was revealed that this was\nnot the only child. There was another, also a boy; away\nwith the mother \"up in the mountains for the cooL,, The\nfather, forced to return to his work in the city, was taking\nthis one with him because they both \"wanted it so.\" \"I\ndon't care how hard I have to work,\" he confided, \"so\nlong as I can keep my wife and the baby up in the cool.\"\n\"But this youngster?\"\n\"He couldn't stay away from me,\" he answered simply.\n\"Couldn't stay away from him!\"—The love in that.\nSomething got the leper by the throat and momentarily\ntook his breath. It was then that he suddenly seemed to\nnotice the cinders that were pouring in, and hurriedly <\nlowered the sash.\nLater, in response to a tale of the little fellow's will-\ningness to fight \"anybody his size, just for the fun of\nfighting\" the leper said: \"He's a splendid boy!\" Per-\nhaps there was a wistfulness in the voice for the father\nquickly demanded: \"Are you married?\"\n\"No.\" And the speaker was forced to look away for\na minute. \"Why did you ask?\"\n\"I just thought you were.\" He was casting about in\nhis mind for a reason for this interest in children. The\nleper tried to make him talk but he was now as reticent\nThe boy had long since grown attentive to the stranger.\nThey were playing a game of peek-a-boo over the back\nof the plush covered seat.\nAfter a little the father leaned forward. \"You haven't\nany children ?\"\n\"No.\"\nHe was not even then satisfied, his eyes looked ques-\ntioningly into those of the other man. \"Haven't you ever\nhad any?\" \\\n\"No.\" The leper gave him look for look and then\nspoke slowly: \"I will never have any,\" he said it hoarsely.\nHe could say no more. The Furies had returned. He en-\ndured it as long as he could, then he got up and, without\na single backward glance, stumbled into the forward\ncoach. At the next station he saw the father and son\nalight and start up the hill, tand in hand. Again his\nheart contracted in that way that seems to leave the chest\nquite vacant. He looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on\nnothing, and soon the train was speeding on."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "833", "page_fin": "833", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "Jeanne D'Orge", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "833", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5991, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nJeanne D'Orge\nO OME years ago I produced what I thought to be an\nexcellent edition of the magazine I was editing at\nthat time, and, proud of my work, I sent a copy to Am-\nbrose Bierce at Washington, D. C. The letter he sent\nme back as criticism has since become my critical standard\nfor both our contemporary magazines and for the atti-\ntude of their editors towards literature. He wrote to me:\n\"My Dear Bruno:—\n\"I liked the make-up of your magazine. You showed\na good taste in choosing your paper. Your type is very\nreadable. And now to the contents. You have seventeen\npages about Richard Wagner: a European and dead.\nYou have ten pages on Eugene Field: an American but\ndead. You have one page of some Beaudelaire stuff:\nEuropean and dead. You have four pages of illustra-\ntions. And one page on this man Sandburg whom you\npronounce a new Chicago poet. You have twenty-eight\npages about dead people, four pages of illustrations of\nthese dead people. The one remaining page is not quite\nsufficient to allow me a fair criticism of your magazine.\"\nTherefore I wasn't a bit surprised to hear from the lips\nof one of our most esteemed magazine editors that he\ndoesn't know Ernest Dowson; that he had never heard of\nhim, and that it would be quite useless to publish on the\npages of his magazine even a very interesting account of\nthe death of this unfortunate poet.\nRut what I cannot understand is the utter snubbing\nin our literary critical press of a book which is not only in\nmy own humble estimation one of the most important doc-\numents of our times and perhaps of the last fifty years,\nbut which was proclaimed as such by the biggest minds\nin America and by men in the highest positions in the\nbusiness world and in art and literary life. lam speak-\ning of Frank Harris' \"Oscar Wilde and His Confes-\nsions.\" At the time that Alfred Douglas wrote his book\non Oscar Wilde, incomparably inferior'in contents as well\nas in execution, a big war-whoop went through the letter\npress of our country and everybody knows to-day that\nLord Alfred Douglas was everything but sincere to him-\nself and to his dead friend in this book.\nNow comes a man who knew Oscar Wilde for sixteen\nyears; a man who played an important part in the most\nimportant period of English literature during the famous\nnineties, who has made for himself an immortal name by\nhis books on Shakespeare as owner and editor of \"The Sat-\nurday Review\" in London, and who has heralded more\nimportant, and to-day already famous, men of literature\ninto the world, than anybody else. He wrote a book about\nOscar Wilde which is far more than a biography of this\ntragic figure. It is a mirror of English contemporary life.\nIt is the prophecy of a new era of man. It forecasts the\nfirst rays of that \"Kingdom of Man upon Earth,\" the\nlife dream of Frank Harris and his own conception of\nsalvation for the world.\nThe Book Review of the New York Times did not\neven mention it in its columns. Why not? Surely it is\nnot because they have no space. Pages and pages are\nthere of that clubber thrown by the publishers to the\neditors of newspapers via Advertising Department. Is\nit because Frank Harris published his book himself? Be-\ncause he was forced to publish it himself? Not that pub-\nlishers would be afraid to risk their money jfor printing it.\nFrank H arris printed it at his own expense and offered it\nto my knowledge, to six otherwise not very scrupulous\npublishers in printed form if they would grant him their\nimprint and ship it to the purchasers who had subscribed\nfor it, almost for all of it, long ago. Men who would\nnot hesitate to print Eleanor Glynn's \"Three Weeks\"\nand who have published a good deal of not only objec-\ntionable but worthless and trashy literature, refused this\nwork on Oscar Wilde, being afraid of the censor. Is it\nfor that reason that the New York Times ignores the\ngreat book of a contemporary writer; keeping away in\nsuch a manner knowledge of its existence from readers\nand from librarians. Every library which has upon its\nshelves the unauthentic and slanderous attempts on the\nbiography of Oscar Wilde is morally obliged to give its\nreaders a chance to know this man whose reputation they\nhave harmed so much in the past and in some places even\nat the present. The Book Review of the New York Times\nis the foremost and best read book trade paper in the\nUnited States. It has a prestige among book collectors\nand book readers and an almost monopolizing influence\nupon librarians throughout the country. To speak the\ndeath-sentence of silence over this book of Frank Harris\nis unfair to the dead Oscar Wilde, more unfair to his\nreaders and a crime against the man who spent almost\nten years in writing the book; who printed it at his own\nexpense and who is giving it to the world as a monument\nto his dead friend.\nOthers\nHere is a specimen of this experimental poetrv station\nof Alfred Kreymborg, once upon a time the raiser of\nmushrooms. Kreymborg, says in the preface of his second\nvolume that \"a child one year old should not be held en-\ntirely responsible.\" Children since the times of the Bible\nwere lovably irresponsible creatures whom we must suf-\nfer to come to us because their's is the Kingdom of Heaven.\nThese children of Mr. Kreymborg seem to be of a per-\nverted, bloodthirsty kind, but no doubt sometime they too\nwill arrive in the Kingdom of Heaven and parade on the\npages of Poetry of Miss Monroe's \"Magazine of Verse\";\nthey will enter into the sacrosanct files of Bob Davis's\npurchased Munsey verse (twenty-five cents the line as\nspace filler), and they will participate in the annual din-\nner of the Poetry Society and then Doran and Co. is\ngoing to publish their collected poems and finally Joy\nKillemall will write an interview in America's foremost\nbook-trade paper.\nThe Meat Press\nI have a longing\nTo strip raw live flesh\nFrom my bones\nAnd squeeze it in the meat press.\nBlood will drip,\nEnough to write a few lyrics\nRed and sacramental."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "834", "page_fin": "836", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.21", "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": "834", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3817, "texte": "Duobus Ligitantibus Tertius Gaudet\nXV begged in our last issue for a deliverance from this\nW useless nuisance caused by the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany which uses Washington Square as a terminal\nstation. We never hoped that our prayer would be an-\nswered almost immediately. We would rejoice in being\nrid of all the noise and all the annoyance caused by this\npleasure riding concern franchised as a public transporta-\ntion company if it were not for the fate of many hundred\nmotor men and conductors who went on a strike last\nFriday. We don't know their grievances but evidently\nthey want to get some more money for their services.\nThe average price paid to a private chauffeur in New\nYork is $25 per week. We do not believe that the chauf-\nfeur to many people should get at least as much as the one\nto one family only, but that is not our concern. What we\n<io wish is a rather novel settlement of the strike. The\nmen refuse to work for the money paid to them by the\ncompany, the company refuses to pay more for their ser-\nvices. Why don't the men quit and get some other jobs.\nAnd why doesn't the company quit running its buses?\nAnd we would have our peace and our quietness down on\nthe Square.\nNow they are employing a squad of strong-arm men\n(one of them was arrested for carrying a blackjack in\nhis pocket). They are grouped gracefully around that\ncorner on the south side of the Square which the Fifth\nAvenue Coach Company make their own, a testimony to\nthe militant preparedness of the company. A few buses\nwabble up and down the Avenue every day in order to\nkeep the existence of the buses in the minds of the public.\nStrong-arm men are placed on each bus as a protection\nto the strike breaking motor men and conductors.\nThe joy-riding element composes itself mostly from the\nrank and file of men who sympathize with the strikers\nand there were very few passengers during this week.\nStrangers and tourists also preferred other means of trans-\nportation in order to avoid possible trouble.\nThese buses, which look like Noah's arks, surely do not\ncontribute to the beautifying of the finest street of the\nworld. They increase traffic congestion and troubles dur-\ning shopping hours; they are the most unreliable means of\ntransportation; they are an added dapger to the safety of\n-our streets.\nAre there not means of doing away with a public nui-\nsance, even if it is franchised?\nThe Fourth of July oil the Square\nI thought it showed rather bad taste to cover the in-\nscription upon the Arch on both sides with electric lighted\nflags. They could have erected on top of the Arch a big\nflag-pole and in such a way the flag would have been\ndisplayed far more visibly and more effectively. The ex-\npense surely would not have been greater. The blue in\nthe tri-color didn't show up at all. But who is critical\nwhen the city government displays patriotism ? Every-\nbody knew what it meant and especially the music in the\nafternoon and the concert in the evening was a welcome\nentertainment to the natives of the village back of the\nSquare. They all had come prepared for the occasion in\ntheir Sunday clothes, the women a fantastic medley of\nglaring color schemes. A free moving-picture show con-\ncluded the patriotic exercises. It was a pretty picture!\nThe bandstand on the square illuminated by electric arc\nlights, a picturesque audience seated on the benches around\nit and promenaders walking up and down the nice broad\nway for once not monopolized by the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany. Why can't some humanitarian of our neigh-\nborhood donate a few thousand dollars for the perma-\nnent maintenance of a music band on three or four even-\nings of the week. It would be far more; useful than the\nmoney he contributes to various other causes and he could\nhave the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes what a"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "834", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 3875, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3889, "texte": "In Our Village"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "835", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2547, "texte": "merry time he is giving to thousands of people who other-\nwise would spend their evenings stupidly in a saloon or\nin the'stuffy atmosphere of their tenement quarters.\nThe Girl in Yellow\nI WON'T tell her name, because I don't know it. It\nwould have been easy to find out who she is. But\nwhy? It doesn't matter. She is stopping with a family\nin one of the mansions on the north side of the Square.\nShe descended the patrician stairway just after the music\nhad started. She was a fine picture of youth and life\nleaning there against the ancient and severe woodwork\nof her doorway. A white silk tamo' shanter, a white\ndress, white shoes and a glaring yellow silk sweater. She\nseemed to hesitate; crowds are not inviting but they are\nluring and absorbing. Very hesitatingly she crossed over.\nShe listened to the music and she walked around and then\nshe dared to break through the multitude. She watched\nthe pictures, always a wonderful spot of color, even\namong this gaudily-attired crowd. It seemed a hovel ex-\nperience for her to be alone among so many. So near to\nthem in space and so far away in mind. Was it curiosity\nor sadness that made her face so interesting? Or was she\njust lonesome, or had she experienced a disappointment\nin that mansion over there? She remained until the last\npatriotic air had resounded and the electric arc lamps had\nbeen extinguished and slowly as she had come she crossed\nto the stately row of houses where our aristocrats live.\nPerhaps she went home to the solitude of her room. Who\ncan tell? Perhaps she didn't.\nSuch musings are the charm of the idler on the broad\npathway of life.\nSomewhere in Greenwich Village\nrT^>ALKING about aristocrats, we have had some real\nones among us for the past weeks. With us is the\nBaroness—I forget her name. Names really don't count\nat all if one is confronted with her. Confronted is the\nonly suitable expression for such an unbelievable sight on\nthe street. The sphinx couldn't help shaking the head\nthat hadn't moved for thousands of years and breaking\nits proverbial silence. She (the Baroness) wears a hiair-\ndress like the picture in the Museum of Natural History\nworn by the natives' in the Soudan. All kinds of things\ncan be found upon that turban without a top. Feathers\nof some strange animals in different sizes from half a yard\nto a yard each serve as a good background for a lot of\ntrinkets sewed upon the sides of her hat and hanging down\nfrom the brim. She took rather a pride in confessing that\nshe made this fortunate selection upon the bric-a-brac"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "836", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4573, "texte": "counter of a ten-cent store in 14th Street. There were\nlittle vases with silk and paper flowers stuck into them, a\ncandle shade here and there cupidolls dressed up in gor-\ngeous colors, red celluloid fishes fastened to the brim of\nher hat with delicate pale green baby ribbons, foreign\ncoins underneath peacock feathers. Grotesquely carved\npenholders and many other smaller and bigger things\nwhich escaped detailed attention. Monumental pieces of\nchandelier crystals with garlands of yellow, green and\nblue glass pearls hung from her ears like the coronation\ndecorations of the native kings of the Fiji Islands. Her\nwaist was really no waist but glittering armor after the\nfashion of Don Quixote's famous garb of conquest. Quite\nsimple and contrasting with the splendor of her other\nvestments was her belt. An iron rail, as one can see them\nlaid on the roadway of our streets, bent into graceful\ncurves, glittered around her waist line.\nShe doesn't make a secret of her affection for the\nScotch. She used a glaring Scotch plaid as fundamental\nmaterial for her skirt; Indian bead work, wax flowers\nunder glass covers, the flags of all nations on pieces of\nfelt given away as premium with a certain brand of cigar-\nettes. Souvenir silver spoons, stuffed birds once perhaps,\nwhen alive, her pets, and small Persian prayer rugs are\nsome of the ornaments she prefers for street wear. There\nare smaller things which can be noticed only on closer\nobservation like Indian Buddhas, silk ribbons of a pecu-\nliar pattern, old Belgian laces and historic snuff-boxes.\nShe chooses as footgear moccasins of the Black Foot In-\ndian brand and she considers it bad manners for anyone\nto talk to her without having first asked for an introduc-\ntion to her fat little black dog. She takes a walk on the\nSquare every evening between five and six. If you hesi-\ntate to believe me go and see for yourself. She does not\nobject to being looked at.\nThen we have the marchioness with oil and timber\nlands somewhere West. She knows more princes, counts\nand lords than you ever thought existed. She knows the\nfamily history of all American heiresses who married\ntitles. She has the Marquise La Fontaine beaten by a\nlong way. She is holding court in the Brevoort and as\nall people of noble blood she likes to play the patron to\nlitterateurs and artists. It is her pleasure to assemble the\nflower of the Village manhood around her and to tel]\nthem from her vast experience among the nobles of the\none world and the upper four hundreds of the other.\nTom Sleejper was knighted by her recently and he is the\ngrand old man of the Round Table who sticks it out\nuntil all others have left, overwhelmed with so many fam-\nily complications. Pink and black and white are her\ncolors.\n„ Allan Norton, the pilot of \"The Rogue\" (the Cig-\narette of Literature as he called his magazine) and pro-\nprietor of the most soulful eyes in the Village, is here\nagain. He is contemplating to start.his magazine early\nin the Fall; he is looking for drawings and unusual\nstories and at the same time for a bit of life.\nJack Magrath is busy telling everybody about the\nmost charming visitor the Village has had for some time\n(says he). She is stopping at the Judson, right beneath\nthe cross. The bell-boys are constantly busy rushing\nvisiting cards up to her apartments.\nMargaret Johnson (Shifty), the will-be famous daugh-\nter of the late Arthur Johnson, one of the best known\nmovie actors, broke into print this month. Her picture\nand something about her very individual individuality ap-\npears in the Motion Picture Magazine. At present she\nis in Northampton raising chickens and red cheeks.\nHeloyse Haynes, who is camping out in the summer in\nScituate, Massachusetts, was in |he Village and gathered\na crowd of her friends for the Fourth of July celebra-\ntions in her summer home.\nAura Brantzel is now editor of the woman's depart-\nment of a Spanish magazine. She doesn't speak Spanish\nbut she said that doesn't make any difference as long as\nshe is ably editing her department. A few of her stories\nwhich appeared recently in Young's Magazine were laid\nin the Village and on the Square.\nTom Sleeper took another bout of vitality in our ven-\nerable neighborhood last week. He paid his respects to\nmost of the worshipful places where we are being served\nwith food and drink and he came to the happy conclusion\nof writing a Greenwich Village Anthology which will\nhave nothing whatever to do with the Spoon River or\nthe revered bones of Potter's Field, still slumbering\ntowards Eternity beneath Washington Square."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "834", "page_fin": "834", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.21.1", "titre_corps": "Dominic. One of our \"benchers.\"", "titre_sommaire": "Dominic. 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One of our \"benchers.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "834", "page_fin": "834", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.21.2", "titre_corps": "Mother, child and dog", "titre_sommaire": "Mother, child and dog", "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": "834", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 3852, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3873, "texte": "Mother, child and dog"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "835", "page_fin": "835", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.21.3", "titre_corps": "Let's talk about it later", "titre_sommaire": "Let's talk about it later", "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": "835", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 2549, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2574, "texte": "Let's talk about it later"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "835", "page_fin": "835", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.21.4", "titre_corps": "Washington Square Idyll: \"Shine em up, boss\"", "titre_sommaire": "Washington Square Idyll: \"Shine em up, boss\"", "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": "835", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 2576, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2620, "texte": "Washington Square Idyll: \"Shine em up, boss\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "836", "page_fin": "838", "image_debut": 16, "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "We Fear no Hell After Travelling awhile on Earth", "titre_sommaire": "We Fear no Hell After Travelling awhile on Earth", "signature_source": "E. F. Mylius", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "836", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 4575, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5998, "texte": "We Fear no Hell After Travelling\nawhile on Earth\nBy E. F. Mylius\n\nDECENTLY, in Hell, Satan was approached by his\nPrime Minister, who humbly craved an audience of\nthe Spirit of Evil. The wings of Satan were many\nmillions of miles long and glowed with the radiance of\nburning charcoal.\n\"What cravest thou?\" asked Satan, slowly moving his\ngiant wings, sending death and destruction on the planets\naround.\nFor a long time the Prime Minister said nothing. He\nknelt before the Throne and his head was bowed in\ntrouble.\nAt length he spoke:\n\"Throughout thy Empire, thy people no longer fear\nthee.\"\nSatan frowned and squared his shoulders. Burning\nsparks flew up above his head, streaming into the canopy\nof the heavens.\n\"What! Do they not suffer?\"\n\"Yes, they still suffer, but they neither fear nor respect\nyou.\"\nSatan mused:\n\"Put your ear to the Earth, and tell me what you\nhear.\"\nThe Prime Minister obeyed.\n\"What do you hear?\" at length asked Satan.\n\"I hear men speak of your Majesty and thy name is\nmuch upon their lips. I hear laughter and shrieks of\nrage. I hear mothers weeping and women singing. I hear\nfoul cries of lust, the booming of cannon and the clamor\nof insurgent idealism. The Earth is still suffering, but\nher suffering is strangely mingled with the cadence of new\nthoughts.\"\nSatan appeared perturbed. He said:\n\"Within the last three ages of Man, many of my\nmighty ones have I sent to the Earth, but none hitherto"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "837", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 95, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4516, "texte": "have returned to me. While I wait, impatient and griev-\ning for their absence, the Earth continues to cry in\nanguish and pain, yet the brilliance of my firelit nights\nwanes dim, for some unknown reason.\"\n\"Descend to the Earth,\" continued Satan, addressing\nhis fiery Minister. \"Become a woman and learn what it\nis that mankind to. Take care to avoid the §ilent\nmen, but pass not by rebellious women. Each word of\ntheirs you must preserve as if it were a pearl. Drink\nwith the debauchee and entertain yourself in the halls\nof pleasure. Tarry with the thinkers, but scoff at the\nIdealists and sneer at the Martyrs—those who have be-\ncome like gods. Lure into the stream of slavish pleasure,\nthose whose faces are sad and wan, whose eyes are large\nand shadowed, who neither laugh nor play, nor ever tread\nthe path of carelessness. They and their sadness have\nfilled Heaven itself. On them you must lavish all your\ncharms. Depart, my faithful servant. Here I shall be\nwaiting to greet you on your return. The fires of Hell\nshall be raked and grow brighter because of the hope I\nplace in you.\"\nThe Prime Minister knelt in his robes to make his\nobeisance. Then, swiftly taking the form of a beautiful\nwoman, he swooped down upon the storm-tossed Earth.\nTime passed upon the Earth. Indue course, Satan's\nmessenger appeared again before the Throne of the Evil\nOne, and knelt humbly in his fiery raiment, waiting to be\nquestioned. Satan was exceedingly glad to see him, the\nfirst of his many envoys to return from the Earth. At\nhis command a glorious flood of meteors shot through the\nheavens to announce his joy. Most of all was he pleased\nto observe his messenger's face, coarsened by drunken\nrevels and scarred by the burnt-out fires of evil passions.\n\"You come back worthy indeed of the gay, bright time\nyou have no doubt led upon the Earth,\" said Satan, glanc-\ning at the grinning devils about his Throne. \"But tell\nme, faithful servant, why are your clothes stained with\nblood? Is there no peace on the Earth? Are they all at\nwar? Can it be really true?\"\n\"Blood flows red upon Earth,\" came the reply. \"I\nam blood-stained because I was unfortunately wounded in\none of their establishments of amusement and of torture.\"\n\"On my arrival,\" continued the messenger, \"I soon\ndiscovered it was impossible to mingle with the Idealists\nand not be carried away by a strange new force that is\nmanifesting itself upon the Earth to-day. Therefore,\ninstead of listening to them, I enjoyeH myself thoroughly.\nI had carriages, automobiles, diamonds, furs, silk dresses,\nchampagne, scores of servants and received the flattery\nand homage of Society. I entertained—\"\n\"Stop,\" cried Satan, vexed and troubled. \"It is very\ndifficult to learn the aspirations and tendencies of Man\nby this method. But perhaps you have got to know some\nof their new ideas in your own way and to find out the\nnature of this new force you speak of?\"\n\"I told men exactly how to live so as to enjoy them-\nselves. I told them that to be free they must give way\nto their desires and passions whenever and with whoever\nthey would. But the majority did not seem to listen.\nThey even now talk of ideals and renunciation for the\nservice of society. In my opinion there is nothing to be\ndone but to exterminate them.\"\n\"Have you seen any of my former emissaries?\"\n\"Yes, and they appear to be honest, virtuous and re-\nspected by the majority of mankind. They have become\npillars of society. Two or three of them together rule\nhalf of the world. Alas, I could not approach them. They\nare surrounded by high society women and protected by\narmies and police. Many of them lead sober lives as they\ncontrol vast wealth. Yet they are in great danger and\nI fear the force of idealism may swamp them.\"\n\"Where did you see these idealists, and the thinkers\nwho have no dread of Hell?\"\n\"I almost hesitate to tell your Majesty. Since you wish\nto know, I have set eyes on them in cafes and drinking\nsaloons; in prisons consorting with criminals; among\nwriters and journalists and all sorts of people. I cannot\nthink what joy they find in life. They are without fear.\nOnce I observed a woman being taken away by the police\nfor public speaking. I visited her in prison. She spoke\nimpiously of Hell and Heaven and their Rulers. No\nfear betrayed itself on her countenance. A smile played\nabout her lips and her eyes shone with a strange light.\nThis ended the Prime Minister's speech, and he stood"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "838", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 309, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2892, "texte": "in his Blood-stained raiment, waiting to be commended\nfor his wickedness and energy. But Satan spoke no\npraise. The lightnings from his glance flashed ominously\nand his voice thundered as he spoke.\n\"Go, return to the Earth once more, and when you\nmeet these saviors of mankind, give them this message\nin my name. 'Struggle not for the attainment of ideals,\nwhich are figments of the imagination, but entertain your-\nselves to tha full, for the tortures of Hell are very real\nand more painful than any earth-born suffering.' \"\nA bitter, almost malignant smile played around the\nPrime Minister's lips, but in a hypocritically humble\nposture, and casting down his eyes, he answered:\n\"I have told the thinkers, the idealists and the martyrs\nthis already, your Majesty, but they refuse to believe me\nor to go the way of pleasure or forgetfulness.\"\n\"Why do you refuse?\"\n\"Because of this strange new force which, according to\nthem, gives happiness and comfort.\"\n''What is this force?\"\n\"Love.\"\nSatan answered not at once, but his brows were bent in\nthought. At length Tie observed:\n\"Not for the first time have I lost a world through\nLove.\" /\n\"They assert that your Empire is now upon the Earth,\"\nsaid the Prime Minister, \"and that neither for you nor\nfor any future state have they any fear. They declare they\nknow you and that you cannot harm them more than your\nemissaries are doing now.\"\n\"So it has come to this,\" said Satan, troubled and dis-\npleased. \"Shall I descend to Earth to terrify them?\"\n\"You will have a great welcome. You will be enter-\ntained at costly banquets. Powerful rulers will load you\nwith honors. You will be taken over the empires of the\nworld, and shown the glories of civilization. Millions\nwill flock to see you. But if you descend—forgive my\npresumption—-you will never again return to Hell.\"\n\"But what will become of Hell?\" exclaimed Satan. \"It\nwill be empty!\"\n\"The idealists say that there is no need for another hell.\nAnd now I see that they are right. Farewell—your Ma-\njesty—forever.\"\nWith these words the Prime Minister took the form of\na young man and became forever lost amid the tears, the\nsweat and the blood of the Earth.\nHell remained mute, its fires fitfully lighting the sur-\nrounding heavens. Its wearied inmates gazed intently\ndown upon the Earth; so tiny, so strange and so incom-\nprehensible in its struggles and in its sorrows.\nThe stars gleamed 'mid the silent universe. Shadows\ngrew fainter about the deserted palace and a gray dawn\narose on the dying embers of countless fires. 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Address\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Care of Bruno's Weekly, 58 Washington Sq."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c052", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c052", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[840]", "page_fin": "[840]", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.42", "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": "[840]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 915, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1308, "texte": "ROSSI BROTHERS\n58 Washington Square\nUnderneath the Garret\nICE CREAM AND TOBACCO\nThe Mad Hatter Has a Tea Party Every Afternoon\nFrom 3 to 6 at\n150 WEST FOURTH STREET\nJust Down the Rabbit Hole From Washington Square\n\"Take Some More Tea\"\n\"I've Had Nothing Yet So I Can't Take More\"\n\"You Mean You Can't Take Less, It's Very Easy to\nTake More Than Nothing.\"\n\"Nobody Asked Your Opinion\" Edith Unger."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-08-01-c053", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01#c053", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-08_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[840]", "page_fin": "[840]", "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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.2.43", "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": "[840]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 1310, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1700, "texte": "There can be no pleasanter place to hear that remarkable\nEdison Record Number (82536) than\nTHE DIAMOND DISC SHOP\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the delightful atmosphere of Old Greenwich Village has not been wmficed\non the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring you, with our compliments,\nan interesting little biography of Mr. Thos. 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=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nONE\nHUNDRED\nDOLLARS\nFOR THE\nSTORY OF\nYOUR\nMARRIAGE\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET ON\nWASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents July Bth, 1916\nW. & G."}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[822]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright by Guido Bruno, July Bth, 1916. Original matter,\nincluding all drawings, may not be reproduced without permission\nof Guido Bruno; but that permission may be assumed if credit\nis given to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nOne Hundred Dollars for the\nStory of Your Marriage\nl' '\nBruno's Weekly will pay one hundred dollars for the best story setting\nforth why and how you were married.\nWe don't want literary masterpieces or extraordinary stories of adven-\nture. But there is a lot of romance and fragrance about those days\nwhen you two met. You know you like to recall those times even if\neverything has changed since.\nWrite down your story just as simply as it happened. We shall not!\nuse your name if you do not wish us to do so.\nThere is no better fiction than the one Fate writes upon the pages of\nour lives. We know your story will be enjoyed by lots of others. Write\nit down to-day and address it to the \"Contest Editor,\" Bruno's Weekly,\n58 Washington Square, New York City.\nEvery week those stories which are printed will be paid for at space\nrates. The contest will close on October Ist, 1916, and the stories\nshould be limited to three hundred words. Detailed conditions of the\nmarriage story contest will be mailed to you upon request"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[823]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 4\nJULY 8th, MCMXVI\nVol. Ill\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno.\n\nBeata Solitude\nErnest Dow son\nrJ IHAT land of Silence\n* Where pale stars shine\nOn apple-blossom\nAnd devo-drenched vine.\nIs yours and mine?\nThe silent valley\nThat woe will find,\nWhere all the voices\nOf humankind\nAre left behind.\n• There all forgetting,\nForgotten quite,\nWe voill repose us,\nWith our delight\nHid out of sight.\nThe world forsaken,\nAnd out of mind\nHonour and labour,\nWe shall not find\nThe stars unkind.\nAnd men shall travail,\nAnd laugh and voeep;\nBut voe have vistas\nOf gods asleep,\nWith dreams as deep.\nA land of Silence,\nWhere |>ale stars shine\nOn apple-blossoms\nAnd devo-drenched vine,\nBe yours and mine!\n\nIf Francis Joseph of Austria Should\nDie?\n\nHP HE rather scarce and never concrete war reports about\noperations of the Austrian armies contained a year\nago rumors of desertions \"en masse\" of Austrian soldiers\nin the fighting lines, rumors of demoralizing revolts in\nthis or that army corps, Germany's doubts as to the re-\nliability of her ally's armies and the supposedly enforced\nsubstitution of Austrian soldiers by German regiments in\nthe fortresses of Galicia and of Poland. Winston Church-\nill, of the British Admiralty, once said in an official state-\nment: \"The greatest feature in the course of the present\nwar will be the collapse of Austria as a militalry factor.\"\nHe asserted \"this collapse appears to be irreparable\" and\nthat \"it will be a tremendous event in the history of the\nworld.\"\nWho are these Austrian soldiers supposedly deserting\ntheir flag on the battlefields? Is a revolt in the mobilized\nlines of the oldest and once strongest of all European\narmies possible? \\\nIf these questions were put before the most loyal Aus-\ntrian he would hesitate a while with his answer, and finally\nsay: \"No, never—never as long as Emporer Francis Joseph\nlives.\" If you succeeded in gaining his confidence, he\nmight add \"But once he closes his eyes, who knows what\nwill happen.\" And he will have told you the slogan of\nthree generations of dissatisfied Austrians that are con-\nstantly revolting against the administration of their\nGovernment.\nThe link that holds together the polyglot nations of the\nAustrians empire is the genuine love of their Emperor,\nby all his subjects. His strict adherence to the best in the\ntraditions of Hapsburg rulers has brought him nearer\nto the hearts of all his people than any Austrian em-\nperor has been. They have been disappointed in their\nGovernment and its failure to fulfill its promises many\ntimes during the past sixty years; the national feeling has\nbeen wounded and revolts have occurred that seemed to\ntake on the aspect of revolutions, but never has there\nbeen a time that the masses could not be controlled by a\nmessage from their beloved emperor. Their thought has\never been \"We cannot add this further trial to the already\nhard lot of our ruler.\"\nThe many rumors about the death of Francis Joseph,\nand, after their official denial, the suspicion he might\nhave died and his. death hidden for political reasons, was\nperhaps responsible for the reported disorders in the Aus-\ntrian army. Loyalty to Francis Joseph and Austrian\npatriotism are one. Every Austrian is, as President Wil-\nson would say, a hyphenated citizen. He is an Austrian-\nGerman or an Austrian-Bohemian or an Austrian-Servian\nor an Austrian-Hungarian. Nearly every crown land of\nthe Empire represents a nation, a nation that was inde-\npendent in the past; had its own rulers, and whose political\naspirations have never died. Bohemian independents claim\nto have a right to elect their own king. Dalmatians hold\nevery year a national convention to remind the citizens of\nthe ancient kingdom that they chose of their own free will\na Hapsburg as their ancient king and protector.\nThe Italians in the Alpine provinces and on the Adriatic\nsea look with longing eyes to the opposite shores of the\nblue Adriatic. They are bound to live a double life—\nthe official life that compels them to use the official\nlanguage whenever they approach the Government,\nwhenever they exercise their constitutional rights as Aus-\ntrian subjects. And they live a private life. Whenever\nthey dare to let fall the mask they speak their own\nlanguage. They have politics of their own; politics that\nare in contrast with those they are compelled to take active\npart in. They all know that it will come \"some time\"\nto \"something.\" This \"something\" means revolution;\nrevolution against everything that they, their fathers, and\neven their grandfathers, had to suffer; paying enormous"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "824", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFrancis Joseph I\n\ntaxes without receiving the attention every Government\nshould pay in its own interest to its supporters. Against\ndry bureaucracy which is the real executive power in\nAustria, and finally against their old and severest\ngrievance. Their children cannot study in schools con-\nducted in their own national language. They are forced\nto use German, the official language, whenever they appeal\nto the courts of their own country. Their newspapers\nand periodicals are under constant surveillance, and the\njudgment of the censors offends in many cases deeply\nrooted national feelings.\nFrancis Joseph speaks Bohemian, he speaks Croatian,\nItalian and Polish and all the other languages. When-\never he traveled in previous years he did not fail to make\nuse of his knowledge of languages in the different coun-\ntries of his empire. He had a fine understanding for the\nnational feelings of his people. They felt he sympathized\nwith them and that he had a sincere desire to further their\ncause so far as he could. They understood, judging from\ntheir own lives, the double role he was compelled to play\nall his life, that he was hampered by bad councilors from\nthe second he ascended the throne of his ancestors as a\nyouth of eighteen: that he was hampered in following\nhis own clear judgment and in leading the people of bis\nempire to a safe economical and political port.\nThe terrible persecutions by Fate that had made the\npath of his own life far thornier and harder to walk upon\nthan that of the least of his subjects won him the sympa-\nthies of all. They postponed that \"some time\" of their\nhope for a national life of their own until the day when\ntheir action would not heap new sorrow upon the head\nof their revered emperor.\nThe state of affairs in Austria-Hungarian monarchy\nwill be about the same as in the year 1848, shortly after\nFerdinand I. had abdicated and Francis Joseph had be-\ncome ruler. Bohemians and Slavs in all parts of the em-\npire revolted against German despotism. The Polish\npopulation sought to realize their never dispelled dream\nof a new independent Poland. The Italian inhabitants\nof the southern provinces revolted. Every big city, being\na polyglot centre, was turned into a battlefield. Battles\nwere fought in the streets, and even in corridors of houses\noccupied by tenants of different nationalities. The army\nproved insufficient, as the sympathies of the soldiers pre-\nvented them from shooting down their brothers fighting\nfor independence, for rights and for ideas that were held\nby themselves.\nPromises made to the different nations gradually paci-\nfied them. The young emperor's bravery on the Italian\nbattlefields won him the love of all. He was the best\neducated prince the Hapsburg dynasty ever had put for-\nward. He was the hope of all nations and of all political\nparties of his empire. Bismarck himself, after paying a\nvisit to Austria's capital in the year 1852, reported in\nBerlin: \"The personality of the young emperor impresses\nme very highly and favorably. He speaks very enthu-\nsiastically about the reforms he intends to introduce in\nhis empire, and the holy fire burns in his eyes when he\ntalks about the peace and the prosperity his subjects will\nenjoy henceforth. He is open, straightforward, and there\nseems no hesitation in whatever statement he makes. The\nearnest desire to fulfill his mission is that of a ripened man,\nand makes one almost forget his extreme youth.\"\nAn excellent judge was the Iron Chancellor of Francis\nJoseph, as well as of all the other men of his period. It\nwas at this time that bad councilors prevented the young\nemperor, as in all those long years of his reign, from\nfollowing his impulse to do the right thing on the spur\nof the moment and win back the \"Holy German Empire.\"\nAustria's Balkan and Oriental politics were the cause of\nthe downfall of her predominating influence among the\ngreat Powers of the world and of the poverty of both her\nGovernment and her people. Instead of realizing the"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "825", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ngradually increasing power of little Prussia, marching\nwith big steps to the leadership of the German Confedera-\ntion that rightfully belonged to Austria, she was tangled\nup with the Bulgarians and Rumanians, helped the Rus-\nsians against the Turks, put burdensome taxes upon her\npeople, neglected the education and social uplift of her\nmasses, and kept the Slav element purposely in darkest\nignorance.\nA constitution was granted. But, while the people dis-\ncussed the vital problems of their countries and while their\ndelegates considered ways and means of building up a new\nAustria with a healthy administration, bureaucracy was\n\" ruling the country. Men who occupied the high execu-\ntive offices were self-sufficient, made their, own politics,\ninfluenced the Emperor to ratify their decisions, and kept\ny out of touch with the millions that were producing the\nbread of the country and waiting so impatiently for relief.\nSixty long years the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy ex-\nhausted her resources in men and money keeping to her\n* questionable Balkan policy. Through her insincere actions\nshe incited all the peoples in her boundaries to revolt that\noften required real military campaigns for suppression.\nFor instance, in the year 1907 the Bohemians had lost\ntheir patience. Prague, the capital, was in a state of\nsiege. • Fighting in the streets lasted for days; many\nhundreds were killed and wounded. It was on this oc-\ncasion that the Austrian Government learned how useless\nit was to support her policies wi|h the guns of her soldiers.\nTrue enough, they followed the command. They marched\nagainst their brothers who had revolted. They loaded\ntheir guns and directed them against the barricades and\nagainst the citizens, but they shot in the air, and it was\n* necessary to send German and Italian regiments to Bo-\nhemia to do the fighting.\nThis crisis passed over, as many others. Love of Francis\nJoseph proved again the talisman of Austrian patriotism\nAustria's intercession in the Balkan crisis in 1912\nbrought her one step nearer to her collapse. She re-\nquested a revision of the peace treaties of Bucharest in\nfavor of Bulgaria. This action was imprudent. From\nthis time dates an estrangement in the German and Aus-\ntrian relationship. After the project had to be given up.\nAustria's excuse was, as ever, that there were \"vital in-\nterests of the monarchy involved.\"\nAustria wanted to disturb the peace of her millions of\ninhabitants for the sake of adding Kotschana and Ischtip\nto the possessions of the Bulgarians. What did the na-\ntions of Austria care if these two places, whose existence\nfew had ever known of before, belonged to Servia or Bul-\ngaria? And this occurred at a time when Austria faced\nan economical crisis and peace only could restore sane liv-\nf ing conditions. The times required work for the masses,\nan increase in salary for the Government employees, and\na reduction of taxes.\nThe Austrian army has always been known as a body\nof brave and daring men, loyal to the last drop of blood\nto its leader, the Hapsburg prince. The year 1866, with\nits Bohemian calamities, showed clearly that the Austrian\nforces lacked well trained and far-seeing leaders.\n\"Tradition first,\" is an old Austrian principle, and\nwhoever wanted to break tradition and give the Austrian\npeople the benefit of progress was not wanted in an in-\nfluential position. It is not true that the princes of the\nimperial house did not take interest in the welfare of their\ncountry or that they were degraded.\nThere is Crown Prince Rudolph, one of the most\ntalented, best educated men of his time. His unhappy\nmarriage to a woman he did not love, who made his life\nunendurable with petty jealousies, dragging their private\naffairs constantly before the public, was used by his ad-\nversaries to blacken his character and his intentions. The\ntruth is he was highly advanced in his ideas. He was a\nfriend of all popular reforms. The people had started\nto look up to him as a newly arisen liberator of their\ncountry. Under the pseudonym \"An Austrian\" he had\nwritten a book called \"Austria in Her Twelfth Hour.\"\nIt showed the sincere intentions and the determinations\nof the Crown Prince to bring about sane conditions in his\npaternal empire. Shortly after the book was published\nofficial chicanery drove him to resignation from official\nlife. Archduke Johann Salvator, the best friend of the\nCrown Prince, later known as Johann Orth, also a very\nable man, resigned, together with the Crown Prince, and\neven abdicated all his titles, which meant nothing to him\nwithout the opportunity of living up to them. Not less\nthan nine members of the imperial family, all men who\nhad occupied high positions in the army, resigned titles\nand honors and positions to live their own private lives,\nwithout the necessity of keeping up a dual existence.\nThe regiments of the Austrian army are known as\nItalian or German, Bohemian or Dalmatian, Croatian or\nHungarian. Men are compelled to use German giving\ncommands and making reports. They serve three years,\nbut they do not forget their nationality, and there is no\nother common national feeling developed among the ranks\nof the army as the common love for their emperor. The\nbanner carried before them, with its black and yellow\ncolors, stands for Francis Joseph and not for the nation.\nWhea they were used to supress revolt, in Austria, Ger-\nman regiments suppressed revolts in Bohemian countries,\nCroatian regiments helped to pacify German revolts, and\nso on. The national feeling of the soldiers and the\ndesire of the Government supported each other and the\nresult was satisfactory.\nBut now they are at the boundaries of their country,\nfighting Russian and Italian forces—officially allies of the\nGerman Kaiser. The support of Austrian arms means\nvery much to the German war forces. In case they meet\nwith defeat, Austrian territory will furnish the battlefields\nfor German encounters with their Slav foes and save\nGerman soil from devastation and the Germans at home\nfrom the cruel experiences of war.\nGermany knows what it can expect from its Austrian\nconfederate. It knows that as long as Emperor Francis\nJoseph lives his troops will be loyal to him to the last\nman. Rumors of his death have been circulated. Who\ncan blame Germans if they are cautiously trying to garri-\nson important fortresses with their own men at a time\nwhen the Austrian banners might any moment cease to\nbe the symbol of their patriotism, of their national honor,\n\"Francis Joseph.\"\nHe is living in Vienna, in the same regular manner as\nduring the last fifty years/ He works from early in the\nmorning, with very little interruption, until sunset. He\ndoes not permit himself to be ill. He is subject to the\niron duty he calls his mission in life. The few pleasures"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "826", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nCopyrighted by Ambrose Bierce\n\nhe had' in life he had to give up because of failing health.\nHe misses his beloved cigars, and often does he visit the\nimperial stables, holding mute conversation with his old\nsaddle horses, which he can no longer ride. Surrounded\nby the Austrian court, there is no man living more simply\nwithin the boundaries of his empire.\nUnaccompanied does he walk in the public parks of\nVienna, speaking in the dialect of the people to an e\nwoman or to an old man, or he pats the blond head of a\nlittle tot that crosses his path.\nEverybody in his empire knows the one affair of his\nheart, knows that he was an ardent admirer of Catherina\nScratt, the Sarah Bernhardt of Vienna. Catherina Schratt\nhas grown old and wrinkled, but the love in her heart for\nFrancis Joseph is the same as of yore. The people of the\nresidence are never scandalized about this affair. They\ncall him, good-naturedly, Mr. Schratt, and, as he used\nto wear a colonel's uniform while visiting his sweetheart,\nthey called him Colonel Schratt. Colonel Schratt the\noctogenarian visits to-day, as of yore, his sweetheart every\nevening in her modest little home. They are just like\na plain old couple. Frau Schratt in a motherly way puts\na shawl around the Emperor's neck on a cold winter night\nbefore he returns to his palace, and he enjoys a good meal\nshe prepares for him. Catherina Schratt, who kept her\nstage name after her marriage to an Austrian diplomat,\nBaron von Kisch, gives the Emperor the happiness and\ncontent which he never could find in the midst of his fam-\nily or in the midst of his Ministers. His subjects are\nhappy with and for the Emperor, and they even transfer\na part of their affection to Frau Schratt.\nThe final curtain will lower itself sooner or later over\nthis idyll. The inevitable will happen. The Emperor\nwill die. Will there be a revolt not only in the armies,\nbut all over the boundaries of the empire?\n\nGuido Bruno.\n\nMy Favorite Murder\nBy AMBROSE BIERCE\n\nHaving murdered my mother under circumstances of\nsingular atrocity, I was arrested and put upon my trial,\nwhich lasted seven years. In summing up, the judge of\nthe Court of Acquittal remarked that it was of the most\nghastly crimes that he had ever been called upon to ex-\nplain away.\nAt this my counsel rose and said :\n\"May it please your honor, crimes are ghastly or agree-\nable only by comparison. If you were familiar with the\ndetails of my client's previous murder of his uncle, you\nwould discern in his later offense something in the nature\nof tender forbearance and filial consideration for the\nfeelings of the victim. The appalling ferocity of the\nformer assassination was indeed inconsistent with any\nhypothesis but that of guilt; and had it not been for the\nfact that the honorable judge before whom he was tried\nwas the president of a life insurance company which took\nrisks on hanging, and in which my client held a policy,\nit is impossible to see how he could have been decently\nacquitted. If your honor would like to hear about it\nfor the instruction and guidance of your honor's mind,\nthis unfortunate man, my client, will consent to give him-\nself the pain of relating it under oath.\"\nThe district attorney said: \"Your honor, I object. Such\na statement would be in the nature of evidence, and the\ntestimony in this case is closed. The prisoner's statement\nshould have been introduced three years ago, in the spring\nof 1881.\"\n\"In a statutory sense,\" said the judge, \"you are right,\nand in the Court of Objections and Technicalities you\nwould get a ruling in your favor. But not in a Court of\nAcquittal. The objection is overruled.\"\n\"I except,\" said the district attorney.\n\"You cannot do that,\" the judge said. \"I must remind\nyou that in order to take an exception you must first get\nthis case transferred for a time to the Court of Exceptions\nupon a formal motion duly supported by affidavits. A\nmotion to that effect by your predecessor in office was\ndenied by me during the first year of this trial.\n\"Mr. Clerk, swear the prisoner.\"\nThe customary oath having been administered, I made\nthe following statement, which impressed the judge with\nso strong a sense of the comparative triviality of the of-\nfense for which I was on trial that he made no further\nsearch for mitigating circumstances, but simply instructed\nthe jury to acquit, and I left the court without a stain\nupon my reputation.\n\"I was born in 1856 in Kalamakee, Mich., of honest\nreputable parents, one of whom Heaven has mercifully\nspared to comfort me in my later years. In 1867 the\nfamily came to California and settled near Nigger Head,\n\nDown Thompson Street"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "827", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be Continued)\n\n112 where my father opened a road agency and prospered\nbeyond the dreams of avarice. He was a silent, saturnine\nman then, though his increasing years have now some-\nwhat relaxed the austerity of his disposition, and I be-\nlieve that nothing but his memory of the sad event for\nwhich I am now on trial prevents him from manifesting\na genuine hilarity.\n\"Four years after we had set up the road agency an\nitinerant preacher came along, and having no other way\nto pay for the night's lodging which we gave him, favored\ni us with an exhortation of such power that, praise God, we\n112 were all converted to religion. My father at once sent\nfor his brother, the Hon. William Ridley of Stockton, and\non his arrival turned over the agency to him, charging\n(,/him nothing for the franchise or plant—the latter con-\nr sisting of a Winchester rifle, a sawn-off shotgun, and an\nassortment of masks made out of flour sacks. The family\nthen moved to Ghost Rock and opened a dance house.\nIt was called 'The Saints' Rest Hurdy-Gurdy,' and the\nproceedings each night began with prayer. It was there\nthat my now sainted mother, by her grace in the dance,\nacquired the soubriquet of 'The Bucking Walrus.'\n\"In the fall of 75 I had occasion to visit Coyote, on\nthe road to Mahala, and took the stage at Ghost Rock.\nThere were four other passengers. About three miles\nbeyond Nigger Head, persons whom I identified as my\nUncle William and his two sons held up the stage. Find-\ning nothing in the express box, they went through the\npassengers. I acted a most honorable part in the affair,\nplacing myself in line with the others, holding up my\nhands and permitting myself to be deprived of forty\n\"dollars and a gold watch. From my behavior no one\ncould have suspected that I knew the gentlemen who gave\nthe entertainment. A few days later, when I went to\nNigger Head and asked for the return of my money and\nwatch, my uncle and cousins swore they knew nothing\nof the matter, and they affected a belief that my father\nand I had done the job ourselves in dishonest violation\nof commercial good faith. Uncle William even threat-\nened t6 retaliate by starting an opposition dance house at\nv?Ghost Rock. As 'The Saints' Rest' had become rather un-\npopular, I saw that this would assuredly ruin it and prove\na paying enterprise, so I told my uncle that I was willing\nito overlook the past if he would take me into the scheme\nand keep the partnership a secret from my father. This\nfair offer he rejected, and I then perceived that it would\nbe better and more satisfactory if he were dead.\n\"My plans to that end were soon perfected, and com-\nmunicating them to my dear parents, I had the gratifica-\ntion of receiving their approval. My father said he was\nproud of me, and my mother promised that, although her\nreligion forbade her to assist in taking human life, I should\nhvae the advantage of her prayers, for my success. As\na preliminary measure, looking to my security in case\nof detection, I made an application for membership in\nthat powerful order, the Knights of Murder, and indue\ncourse was received as a member of the Ghost Rock Com-\nmandery. On the day that my probation ended I was for\nthe first time permitted to inspect the records of the order\nand learn who belonged to it—all the rites of initiation\nhaving been conducted in masks. Fancy my delight when,\nin looking over the roll of membership, I found the\nthird name to be that of my uncle, who indeed was junior\nHL H * • *\nvice-chancellor of the order! Here was an opporunity\nexceeding my wildest dreams—to murder I could add\ninsubordination and treachery. It was what my good\nmother would have called 'a special Providence.'\n\"At about this time something occurred which caused\nmy cup of joy, already full, to overflow on all sides, a\ncircular cataract of bliss. Three men, strangers in that\nlocality, were arrested for the stage robbery in which I\nhad lost my money and watch. They were brought to\ntrial and, despite my efforts to clear them and fasten\nthe guilt upon three of the most respectable and worthy\ncitizens of Ghost Rock, convicted on the clearest proof.\nThe murder would now be as wanton and reasonless as\nI could wish.\n\"One morning I shouldered my Winchester rifle and,\ngoing over to my uncle's house, near Nigger Head, asked\nmy Aunt Mary, his wife, if he were at home, adding that\nI had come to kill him. My aunt replied with a peculiar\nsmile that so many gentlemen called on the same errand\nand were afterward carried away without having per-\nformed it, that I must excuse her for doubting my good\nfaith in the matter. She said I did not look as if I\nwould kill anybody, so, as a guarantee of good faith, I\nleveled my rifle and wounded a Chinaman who happened\nto be passing the house. She said she knew whole families\nwho could do a thing of that kind, but Bill Ridley was a\nhorse of another color. She said, however, that I would\nfind him over on the other side of the creek in the sheep\nlot; and she added that she hoped the best man would\nwin.\n\"My Aunt Mary was one of the most fair-minded\nwomen whom I have ever met.\n\"I found my uncle down on his knees engaged in skin-\nning a sheep. Seeing that he had neither gun nor pistol\nhandy, I had not the heart to shoot him, so I approached\nhim, greeted him pleasantly, and struck him a powerful\nblow on the head with the butt of my rifle. I have a\nvery good delivery, and Uncle William lay down on his\nside, then rolled over on his back, spread out his fingers,\nand shivered. Before he could recover the use of his\nlimbs I seized the knife that he had been using and cut his\nham-strings. You know, doubtless, that when you sever\nthe tendon Achillis the patient has no further use of\nhis leg; it is just the same as if he had no leg. Well, I\nparted them both, and when he revived he was at my\nservice. As soon as he comprehended the situation, he\nsaid:\n\" 'Samuel, you have got the drop on me, and can afford\nto be liberal about this thing. I have only one thing to\nask of you, and that is that you carry me to the house\nand finish me in the bosom of my family.'\n\nTo Fourteenth Street\nTarleton Winchester\nThou art the boundary line\nBetween those that are and think they are,\nThose that are not and think they are,\nThose that are and think they are not,\nAnd those that are not and do not think at all."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "828", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nOur War With Mexico\nBy Elbert Hubbard\nShortly before his departure for Europe and his death\namong the victims of the Lusitania, I asked Mr. Elbert\nHubbard to write me a short note on the possibilities of\npolitical complications and a war of the United States\nwith Mexico.\nJVith pencil, on a scrap of paper, he drafted the follow-\ning sketch, which might be especially interesting, as it is\nso vastly different from every other article Mr. Hubbard\nwrote on the war situation.\n\\Y/ AR is a hectic direction human energy takes under\n\" certain conditions. In war-time whiskey flows, the\nbreweries' run night and day, gamblers and street girls\nprosper. Business booms. The towns run wide open.\nIt is not the time to clean up. It* is dissipation, disease\nand death. And disease and death are forms of life. To\nbe sure it is not productive business because it has small\nsurvival value. Smoke, noise, whoop, arguments, rattle,\nbang, waste and destruction of life and property spend\nthemselves and leave only the dead and soaring, sailing\nvultures. Nevertheless, war changes ownership and con-\nsumes the surplus and makes a new deal.\nThe Supreme Intelligence that \"rules the World\" takes\nno thought of an individual, no thought of a nation. Men\nand nations go down to death and to dust but the sun\nshines and the seasons come and go and the law of gravita-\ntion would never forget nor the stars lose their way if\nboth Mexico and the United States would abdicate to -\nDeath and leave the continent where it was in 1492.\nNature having infinite time, takes no thought of heart-\nthrobs. And if that perfect race does not appear on the\nearth for a hundred thousand years it will suit Nature\njust as well. She can wait.\n\nA Last Word\nErnest Dowson\n| ET us go hence; the night is now at hand;\nThe day is overgrown, the birds all flown;\nAnd we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;\nDespair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,\nBroods like an owl; we cannot understand\nLaughter or tears, for we have only known\nSurpassing vanity; vain things alone\nH ave driven our perverse and aimless band.\nLet us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,\nTo Hallow Lands where just men and unjust\nFind end of labour, where's rest for the old,\nFreedom to all from love and fear and lust.\nTwine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold\nOur life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.\n\nThe Grandmother\nArmin T. Wegner\nI WILL speak about my grandmother. High up in the\nmountains, where pine trees rustle and where the road\nloses itself in the forest, stands her house.\nIt is a little, quiet house; far above the abysses of the\nworld. There she lives all by herself. There she waters\nthe flowers of her garden in the summer and there she\nlistns to the glad voices of the wild birds of the forest\nwrhen the autumn comes. Her face is like an old book and\nmany lines of pain and bitterness are written on it; but\nher voice is soft and full of kindness. It comes out of her\nsoul, which seems to have finished with this life already\nand which has forgiven all.\nUp there, too, is the room where the old pictures are\nhanging; my mother had told me about them at the time\nwhen I wSs very small. More than one childhood lives\nin this house. And there is another room up there, but\nit is deserted most of the time. Only once in a while my\ngrandmother enters it and reads in old, tear-soaked letters,\nand thinks back upon the time when my grandfather wa?|\nstill alive. And she blesses in her thoughts her children\nwho are now far away somewhere across the sea in a\nforeign country.\nSometimes I make a journey up to the old lady's house.\nI arrive usually in the evening, and after I have climbed\nthe last hills I see the light of her house through the\nmisty forests. I sound the knocker on her door. The\nold maid opens and smiles and lets me enter. I go into\nthe living room. The lighted lamp is on the table and\nnear it an open book. Someone is standing near the\nwindow, looking out down the road. The figure turns\nand I see that it is grandmother. I extend to her my\nhand. \"Good evening, grandmother!\"\nBut she kisses my forehead and responds with her quiet\nsoft voice: \"Good evening, my boy!\"\nAnd after she has said this I know that I am far from\nall the world and that I shall have quietness and peace\nfor a few days.\n\nTom and Mary were seated at the nursery table with!\ntheir arms about each other quite lovingly. The nurse\nsurprised at their unexpectedly loving manners, asked\nwhat they were doing.\n\"We are playing honeymoon, nurse,\" was the answer.\n\"But why is Johnny sitting under the table all by\nhimself ?\" asked the nurse.\n\"I am waiting until I shall be born,\" was the gleeful\nanswer from under the table.\n\nDrawing by Fritz Schnitzler\n\nAt Child's\nTracey H. Lewis\nThe dishes clatter,\nShe looks at me.\nThe dishes clatter,\nShe comes to me.\nTwo stepsj three steps—\nShe's come to me."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "829", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Ugliness of Sin\nHubert Crackanthorp\nIT was New Year's Eve. The old scene. A London\nnight; a heavy-brown atmosphere splashed with liquid\ngolden lights; the bustling market-place of sin; a silent\ncrowd of black figures drifting over a wet flickering pave-\nment.\nThe slow, grave notes from a church tower took com-\nmand of the night. The last one faded; the old year had\nslipped by. And then a woman laughed—a strident, level\nlaugh; and there swept through all the crowd a mad fev-\nerish tremor. The women ran one to the other, kissing,\nwildly welcoming the New Year in; and the men, shout-\ning thickly, snatched at them as they ran. And the cab-\nmen touted eagerly for fares.\nAcross the road, by a corner, a street missionary stood\non a chair—an undersized, poorly clad man, with a wiz-\nened bearded face.\n\"Repent . . . repent . . . and save\nyour souls to-night from the eternal torments of hell\nfire\" . . .\nThe women jostled him, pelted him with fond jibes; and\none—a young girl—broke into a peal of hysterical laugh-\nter.\nAnd I mused wonderingly on the ugliness of sin.\n\nReplated Platitudes\nJulius Doerner\nAll roads in America lead to the ball grounds.\nNow in the spring a woman's thoughts do lightly turn\nto moving and to millinery and to other bedivelry.\nThe fool and the limelight go together like the moth\nand the candle.\nNo man is bound to win, but every man is bound to\nfight for the cause he believes to be worthy of winning.\nA eugenist mostly is merely a hapless fool who thinks\nto accomplish by meddling what God has determined shall\nbe accomplished by love.\nJustice is an equation of conflicting interests under the\nrule of reason.\nA woman sport? Oh! yes, that's just a \"sport\" on\nwomanhood and doesn't really count, even among sports.\n\nJack\nA few days ago I was walking up Fifth Avenue and\nthe girl who accompanied me drew my attention to a\nman who tried to sell a little dog on the corner of 27th\nStreet, right in front of Brentano's. It was a little\nPomeranian, evidently of good breeding. I asked the\nman how much he wanted for the dog.\n\"Twenty-five dollars, Sir.\"\n\"Twenty-five dollars—no, that's too expensive, I'd\ngladly give five, even ten dollars. . .\n\"But my dear sir,\" answered the salesman, **Ten dol-\nlars? The man to whom the dog belongs would be glad\nto pay me a reward of ten dollars if I would bring it\nhiirlr tn him \"\n\nLove Child\nJames Waldo Fawcett\nA LL night I heard her moaning in the room which is\nabove my room. A great grief must have befallen\nher, I said to myself, and I waited for the tears which\ncould not seem to come. Also, I wondered where were\nthe little feet, the child's feet, I used to hear.\nIn the morning when the landlady came to my door, I\nsaid: \"What is it upstairs?\"\nWith a shrug of the shoulders, she replied: \"Oh, it is\nnothing, monsieur. Only a crazy woman. For three\nweeks, now, has shebeen starving. And she is very pretty\ntoo. Now, her child, which had no father, is dead.\"\n\nPoetess—From an Old English Chap Book\n\nDimond Crisp\nWHEN I die\nLet there be\nNo weeping\nRather rejoice\nFor I go to claim\nWhat the gods\nHave promised me\nOne hour of Freedom\nIn which\nI shall realize\nFor a moment\nThe fulfillment\nOf every wish\nAnd dream\nOf my life\nUnsatisfied.\nThus shall I learn\nThe wisdom of the gods\nIn their restrictions\nAlso\nI shall go forward\nDrunken\nWith exhaltation!!\nWhen I die\nLet there be no weeping."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "830", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Art of Will Rothenstein\n\n'\"THERE have been few finer periods in British art than\n* the closing of last century. At this time the splendid\nschool whose rarest poet was Swinburne, its greatest\npainter Rossetti. its chief craftsman Morris, and its prime\nnovelist Meredith, commenced at last to disclose insignia\nof waning power. But, ere these m'en ceased activities\naltogether, a fresh life was poured into the arts through-\nout Britain, her rising generation beginning to prove\nitself as gifted as its immediate predecessor. Literature\nwas presently enriched by those in Ireland who, materially\nindebted to early Celtic lore, regarded Mr. W. B. Yeats\nas their leader; while simultaneously beautiful painting\ncame from the little coterie in Scotland, reflecting obliga-\ntions to the French Impressionists. And shortly there\ndawned that still brighter constellation, whereof the main\nluminaries were Beardsley and Conder, John Davidson\nand Crackanthorpe, Dowson and Mr. Arthur Symons.\nA sort of halo has gradually woven itself round these\nmen, partly because only too many of them died pre-\nmaturely. And numerous attempts have been made—no-\ntably by Mr. Holbrook Jackson in his book, The Eighteen-\nnineties—to represent them as an actual cenacle: a group\nwith a definite, common aim. Nevertheless, though all\nwere connected with The Yellow Book or The Savoy,\nis it not among the chief glories of these artists that each\nwas widely different from his fellows? for the achieve-\nment of each was wholly individual. And like homage\nis due as emphatically, if not even more so, to that brilliant\nmaster of portraiture who was closely associated with the\nforegoing, Mr. Will Rothenstein, whose art, furthermore,\nis indeed curiously anomalous in English work in general.\nA Glittering Laurel\nHis very name unfamiliar to frequenters of those ex-\nhibitions of which the Royal Academy is the type, Mr.\nRothenstein has withal a little band of exceptionally fer-\nvent devotees, their enthusiasm, in many cases, prompting\nthem to go the length of searching for, and treasuring up,\nevery available book or magazine containing prints after\nanything from his hand. With this callousness towards\nhim on the part of the mass, this worship of his gifts by\na moiety, his position is, of course, simply that of a host\nof fine workers before him, there being one respect, how-\never, in which he has fared very differently from a large\nnumber of these. For it is easy to recall men of genius\nwho, the fruits of their labours receiving such slender\npromulgation at first, were unknown even to the real\nmasters of their time; while some, too, there were—\nBlake, Shelley, Beethoven, to look no further afield for\nexamples—against the works of whom several of the\nablest artists, among their own contemporaries, actually\nmanifested strong hostility. But nearly every one of the\nbetter writers of Mr. Rothenstein's generation, together\nwith nearly all its better painters, have sat to him once,\nif not repeatedly, for their likenesses, as also have divers\ngreat sculptors, musicians, scientists, actors. And his\nwonderfuj portrait-gallery forms, accordingly, a mirror of\nthe intellectual world in that golden age, the closing years\nof last century. Here, then is an ideal homage to have\ngained: one far more precious than has been vouchsafed\nto those portraitists who, much admired, have yet engaged\na clientele merely among people of the kind known as\nfsahionable. Nor is it easy, scanning widely the records\nof art, to find any exact parallel to Mr.\nlaurel, virtually the only men, coming to mind in this re-\nlation, being Reynold and G. F. Watts, de la Tour in\nFrance of the siecle Louis XV, and Marcellin Desboutin\nin that country the day before yesterday.\nBiographical\nMr. Rothenstein was born at Bradford in 1872, and in\n1888, he became a pupil at the Slade School of Art, Lon-\ndon, where one of his preceptors was Alphonse Legros,\nfor whose etchings he has had a signally keen admiration\never since. He next went to study in Paris, and some\nof the work he did there came under the notice of\nWhistler, who, having lately revived lithography as an\nartistic medium, urged the young Englishman to essay\nit, an analogous incentive coming betimes from another\nquarter. For it chanced that a French publisher, Marty,\nhimself having a genuine interest in lithography, sought\nto nurture it by founding a journal, UEstampe Originale,\na cover-design for which was done by Toulouse-Lautrec.\nAnd Mr. Rothenstein was invited to contribute, one of\nthe most beautiful prints wherewith he responded having\nbeen reproduced, subsequently, in Henri Bouchot's valu-\nable book La Lithographic. Since then the artist has by\nno means ceased to paint in oils and water-colours, an\noil-painting from his brush being in fact in the Metropoli-\ntan Museum, New York; while he has also done a quan-\ntity of etchings, along with much superb work in chalk\nand pencil. But the majority of his finest portraits have\n\nRobert Bridges"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "831", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY'\n\nbeen wrought in lithography, and a memorable result of\nhis practice of this art was published in 1893, Oxford Por-\ntraits, there appearing four .years later a further series of\nhis lithographic prints, The French Set. This was fol-\nlowed soon by various kindred productions, notably English\nPortraits in 1898, Liber Juniorum in 1899, and Man-\nchester Portraits in 1900; while Mr. Rothenstein is also\nsomething of an author, a book on Goya being chief among\nhis written works. Throughout the time he was engaged\nin these multiform activities, he lived mainly in London,\nwhere he exhibited pictures frequently at the New. English\nArt Club; but a few years ago his tense interest in occult\nmatters induced him to go to India, and on returning\nthence he settled in a lovely part of the south of England.\nVarious Portraits\nEvery artist necessarily owes much to his predecessors,\nand it is inconceivable that Mr. Rothenstein is an ex-\nception herein. Nevertheless, the paucity of his debt\nis brought home again and again, when studying his\nportraits, these appearing as naive as primitive art; while\nnext it is felt that each is the result of a happy moment of\ninspiration, no elaborating being suggested in them. They\nare akin, or thus they look on initial acquaintance with\nthem, to the sparkling talk of a born raconteur, or to a\ncollection of singularly lively, downright letters, embody-\ning personal reminiscences of men and women. But,\nobserve, here is a correspondent, a raconteur, who, ever\nattaining the conciseness which is largely the soul of wit,\nwould seem to ponder deeply before lifting his pen, or\nopening his lips, likewise seeing far into all that he writes\nof, or speaks of. The great writer, the great painter or\nsculptor, is proverbially somewhat disappointing when\nsought out behind the scenes by his devotees; and the\nproverb is not without justice, the explanation of the case\nbeing that men of genius are often inclined to wear a\nmask, as it were. But Mr. Rothenstein nearly always\ncontrives to see through this mask, and he shows the\nreal man of genius, the man whom the devotees hope to\nfind, not the masked person who disillusions them. His,\nmagnificent portrait of Swinburne, for example, adum-\nbrates just what is naturally associated with that sublime\npoet's temperament—the mysterious element usually and\nbest symbolized by fire; while. almost as much of this,\npossibly, lurks in the eyes of the exquisite Irish singer,\n\"A. E.whose picture likewise betokens him essentially\na dreamer. Fantin-Latour, again, is shown to be a very\nserious, aspirational person, his thoughts never far away\nfrom the canvas he finished yesterday, or the one he\nintends to begin to-morrow. But quite different is the\ndrawing of Rodin, who, prima facie, finds it easy to forget\nhis art now and then, and join in a joke, this trait being\nmirrored also in the face of Legros, while another sitter\nwho looks of genial disposition is George Gissing. Per-\nhaps, however, it is gentleness, rather than geniality, which\nis most clearly written on his mien—gentleness begotten\nof those sufferings described, once and for all, in the\nauthor's own Henry Ryecroft; while a portrait of Dowson\nproclaims that he too was of gentle, winning disposition;\nand his expression holds much of the wistfulness perforce\nlooked for therein, remembering the pensive colour of\nhis verses. How like those verses! is the unavoidable\nexclamation; and how like his novels! are the words in-\nevitably spoken on seeing the later of two studies of Mr.\nGeorge Moore; while a portrait of Henley insists strongly\non the brutality which was part of the latter's tempera-\n\nBernard Shaw\n\nThomas Hardy"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "832", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nment, Mr. Bernard Shaw is depicted as distinctly trucu-\nlent, Sir Henry Irving as addicted to vanity, and the face\nof W. E. H. Lecky betrays in him a habit of petulence.\nAs strong, nevertheless, as any of the portraits cited since\nthe Swinburne, are four of Paul Verlaine, all of them\nclearly signifying that divine poet full of what Poe aptly\ncalls \"the mad pride of intellectuality,\" likewise having\nin his nature a deal of the animalism which frequently\naccompanies poetic gifts. •\nA Great Critic\nIn fine, far from stopping short at figuring engaging\ntraits, Mr. Rothenstein almost always criticises his sitter\nruthlessly, this tendency constituting one of his grandest\nqualities, for the critical gift is among the most uncommon\nof all. It is the prerogative of men of intellectual might\nto gift, to weigh, to probe; and if Rembrandt is greater\nthan Velasquez, it is largely because he is more critical,\nthe Dutchman seeing further into his subjects than the\nmajestic Spaniard does. But the English school of por-\ntraiture, notwithstanding its glittering talent for making\nwhat is beautiful, is particularly barren in artists showing\nthis critical faculty; and Mr. Rothenstein's constant mani-\nfestation thereof is what prompted the contention, launched\nat the outset of this tribute, that his art is curiously\nanomalous in English work in general. Rather is he com-\nparable to the splendid Scottish trio, Wilkie, Geddes and\nRaeburn; to Jordaens in Flanders; or above all, to Hol-\nbein, that prodigy of shrewdness. However, the compar-\ning of him to previous workers, even to men so great as\nthese, is of comparatively small aid in appraising his\nachievement. For this is essentially an isolated, unique\nthing, wholly individual, like the respective achievements\nof those other masters, whose names are associated with\nthe closing years of last century.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch\n\nThe Leper\nCharles Gorham Barney, Jr.\nA FTER being a few hours on the trains, one becomes\naccustomed to the fellow passengers; their incessant\ntalking—their coming and going. These things cease to\nmake any impression upon senses fatigued by the confusion\nand too rapid change. One withdraws so far into one's\nself that consciousness of all surroundings is deadened.\nAnd so it was with the leper as, staring absently out of the\ncar window, he watched the trees, the hills, the fences\npass in endless glissando.\nThis day he had forgotten that he was not alone. He\nwas thinking over that which he is always striving to for-\nget; the memory although no longer bitter is not sweet.\nA man and a tiny boy occupied the seat next behind\nhim. Just an ordinary man, rather fat and unusual look-\ning; just an everyday little fellow, thin and with no more\nthan the kittenish vivacity of any child of three.\nAn unaccountable feeling made him look around. Noth-\ning strange met his gaze. The arm of the man was about\nthe child, yet the attitude was much more than the ordi-\nnary one of unconsciously bestowed protection, and a sin-\ngular aloofness encompassed them. The leper felt him-\nself in the presence of some strong bond. A sense of awe\ncame upon him and he realized as clearly as if it had been\nspoken \"that child knows the man as his father and that\nman feels his fatherhood. It makes more of a man of him\nand through him it will make, nay it is making, a man of\nthe little tot.\"\nThis passion that existed between them was visible in a\nhundred ways, half a hundred movements, sounds and\nglances. Where were they going together, these two ?\nWhy were they alone? Where was the mother, or was\nthere a mother ?\nThe child caught the leper's eyes and they both smiled.\nThe leper looked away but soon his gaze wandered back\nto them. Father and son were peering out of the open\nwindow, the big hand was closed lightly around the smaller\none. Neither talked, there seemed to be no need. In\ntheir silence they were not separated. They loved each\nother more than the ordinary run of father and son.\nNeither was ashamed to show it. They did show it, not\nwith kisses and cooings—it was too deep for that—al-\nthough once the boy paddled over the father's face with a\nrather dirty, wobbly little hand.\nAfter a time the father caught the leper's glance. He\nsmiled. They spoke. Soon it was revealed that this was\nnot the only child. There was another, also a boy; away\nwith the mother \"up in the mountains for the cooL,, The\nfather, forced to return to his work in the city, was taking\nthis one with him because they both \"wanted it so.\" \"I\ndon't care how hard I have to work,\" he confided, \"so\nlong as I can keep my wife and the baby up in the cool.\"\n\"But this youngster?\"\n\"He couldn't stay away from me,\" he answered simply.\n\"Couldn't stay away from him!\"—The love in that.\nSomething got the leper by the throat and momentarily\ntook his breath. It was then that he suddenly seemed to\nnotice the cinders that were pouring in, and hurriedly <\nlowered the sash.\nLater, in response to a tale of the little fellow's will-\ningness to fight \"anybody his size, just for the fun of\nfighting\" the leper said: \"He's a splendid boy!\" Per-\nhaps there was a wistfulness in the voice for the father\nquickly demanded: \"Are you married?\"\n\"No.\" And the speaker was forced to look away for\na minute. \"Why did you ask?\"\n\"I just thought you were.\" He was casting about in\nhis mind for a reason for this interest in children. The\nleper tried to make him talk but he was now as reticent\nThe boy had long since grown attentive to the stranger.\nThey were playing a game of peek-a-boo over the back\nof the plush covered seat.\nAfter a little the father leaned forward. \"You haven't\nany children ?\"\n\"No.\"\nHe was not even then satisfied, his eyes looked ques-\ntioningly into those of the other man. \"Haven't you ever\nhad any?\" \\\n\"No.\" The leper gave him look for look and then\nspoke slowly: \"I will never have any,\" he said it hoarsely.\nHe could say no more. The Furies had returned. He en-\ndured it as long as he could, then he got up and, without\na single backward glance, stumbled into the forward\ncoach. At the next station he saw the father and son\nalight and start up the hill, tand in hand. Again his\nheart contracted in that way that seems to leave the chest\nquite vacant. He looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on\nnothing, and soon the train was speeding on."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "833", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nJeanne D'Orge\nO OME years ago I produced what I thought to be an\nexcellent edition of the magazine I was editing at\nthat time, and, proud of my work, I sent a copy to Am-\nbrose Bierce at Washington, D. C. The letter he sent\nme back as criticism has since become my critical standard\nfor both our contemporary magazines and for the atti-\ntude of their editors towards literature. He wrote to me:\n\"My Dear Bruno:—\n\"I liked the make-up of your magazine. You showed\na good taste in choosing your paper. Your type is very\nreadable. And now to the contents. You have seventeen\npages about Richard Wagner: a European and dead.\nYou have ten pages on Eugene Field: an American but\ndead. You have one page of some Beaudelaire stuff:\nEuropean and dead. You have four pages of illustra-\ntions. And one page on this man Sandburg whom you\npronounce a new Chicago poet. You have twenty-eight\npages about dead people, four pages of illustrations of\nthese dead people. The one remaining page is not quite\nsufficient to allow me a fair criticism of your magazine.\"\nTherefore I wasn't a bit surprised to hear from the lips\nof one of our most esteemed magazine editors that he\ndoesn't know Ernest Dowson; that he had never heard of\nhim, and that it would be quite useless to publish on the\npages of his magazine even a very interesting account of\nthe death of this unfortunate poet.\nRut what I cannot understand is the utter snubbing\nin our literary critical press of a book which is not only in\nmy own humble estimation one of the most important doc-\numents of our times and perhaps of the last fifty years,\nbut which was proclaimed as such by the biggest minds\nin America and by men in the highest positions in the\nbusiness world and in art and literary life. lam speak-\ning of Frank Harris' \"Oscar Wilde and His Confes-\nsions.\" At the time that Alfred Douglas wrote his book\non Oscar Wilde, incomparably inferior'in contents as well\nas in execution, a big war-whoop went through the letter\npress of our country and everybody knows to-day that\nLord Alfred Douglas was everything but sincere to him-\nself and to his dead friend in this book.\nNow comes a man who knew Oscar Wilde for sixteen\nyears; a man who played an important part in the most\nimportant period of English literature during the famous\nnineties, who has made for himself an immortal name by\nhis books on Shakespeare as owner and editor of \"The Sat-\nurday Review\" in London, and who has heralded more\nimportant, and to-day already famous, men of literature\ninto the world, than anybody else. He wrote a book about\nOscar Wilde which is far more than a biography of this\ntragic figure. It is a mirror of English contemporary life.\nIt is the prophecy of a new era of man. It forecasts the\nfirst rays of that \"Kingdom of Man upon Earth,\" the\nlife dream of Frank Harris and his own conception of\nsalvation for the world.\nThe Book Review of the New York Times did not\neven mention it in its columns. Why not? Surely it is\nnot because they have no space. Pages and pages are\nthere of that clubber thrown by the publishers to the\neditors of newspapers via Advertising Department. Is\nit because Frank Harris published his book himself? Be-\ncause he was forced to publish it himself? Not that pub-\nlishers would be afraid to risk their money jfor printing it.\nFrank H arris printed it at his own expense and offered it\nto my knowledge, to six otherwise not very scrupulous\npublishers in printed form if they would grant him their\nimprint and ship it to the purchasers who had subscribed\nfor it, almost for all of it, long ago. Men who would\nnot hesitate to print Eleanor Glynn's \"Three Weeks\"\nand who have published a good deal of not only objec-\ntionable but worthless and trashy literature, refused this\nwork on Oscar Wilde, being afraid of the censor. Is it\nfor that reason that the New York Times ignores the\ngreat book of a contemporary writer; keeping away in\nsuch a manner knowledge of its existence from readers\nand from librarians. Every library which has upon its\nshelves the unauthentic and slanderous attempts on the\nbiography of Oscar Wilde is morally obliged to give its\nreaders a chance to know this man whose reputation they\nhave harmed so much in the past and in some places even\nat the present. The Book Review of the New York Times\nis the foremost and best read book trade paper in the\nUnited States. It has a prestige among book collectors\nand book readers and an almost monopolizing influence\nupon librarians throughout the country. To speak the\ndeath-sentence of silence over this book of Frank Harris\nis unfair to the dead Oscar Wilde, more unfair to his\nreaders and a crime against the man who spent almost\nten years in writing the book; who printed it at his own\nexpense and who is giving it to the world as a monument\nto his dead friend.\nOthers\nHere is a specimen of this experimental poetrv station\nof Alfred Kreymborg, once upon a time the raiser of\nmushrooms. Kreymborg, says in the preface of his second\nvolume that \"a child one year old should not be held en-\ntirely responsible.\" Children since the times of the Bible\nwere lovably irresponsible creatures whom we must suf-\nfer to come to us because their's is the Kingdom of Heaven.\nThese children of Mr. Kreymborg seem to be of a per-\nverted, bloodthirsty kind, but no doubt sometime they too\nwill arrive in the Kingdom of Heaven and parade on the\npages of Poetry of Miss Monroe's \"Magazine of Verse\";\nthey will enter into the sacrosanct files of Bob Davis's\npurchased Munsey verse (twenty-five cents the line as\nspace filler), and they will participate in the annual din-\nner of the Poetry Society and then Doran and Co. is\ngoing to publish their collected poems and finally Joy\nKillemall will write an interview in America's foremost\nbook-trade paper.\nThe Meat Press\nI have a longing\nTo strip raw live flesh\nFrom my bones\nAnd squeeze it in the meat press.\nBlood will drip,\nEnough to write a few lyrics\nRed and sacramental."}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "834", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nDuobus Ligitantibus Tertius Gaudet\nXV begged in our last issue for a deliverance from this\nW useless nuisance caused by the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany which uses Washington Square as a terminal\nstation. We never hoped that our prayer would be an-\nswered almost immediately. We would rejoice in being\nrid of all the noise and all the annoyance caused by this\npleasure riding concern franchised as a public transporta-\ntion company if it were not for the fate of many hundred\nmotor men and conductors who went on a strike last\nFriday. We don't know their grievances but evidently\nthey want to get some more money for their services.\nThe average price paid to a private chauffeur in New\nYork is $25 per week. We do not believe that the chauf-\nfeur to many people should get at least as much as the one\nto one family only, but that is not our concern. What we\n<io wish is a rather novel settlement of the strike. The\nmen refuse to work for the money paid to them by the\ncompany, the company refuses to pay more for their ser-\nvices. Why don't the men quit and get some other jobs.\nAnd why doesn't the company quit running its buses?\nAnd we would have our peace and our quietness down on\nthe Square.\nNow they are employing a squad of strong-arm men\n(one of them was arrested for carrying a blackjack in\nhis pocket). They are grouped gracefully around that\ncorner on the south side of the Square which the Fifth\nAvenue Coach Company make their own, a testimony to\nthe militant preparedness of the company. A few buses\nwabble up and down the Avenue every day in order to\nkeep the existence of the buses in the minds of the public.\nStrong-arm men are placed on each bus as a protection\nto the strike breaking motor men and conductors.\nThe joy-riding element composes itself mostly from the\nrank and file of men who sympathize with the strikers\nand there were very few passengers during this week.\nStrangers and tourists also preferred other means of trans-\nportation in order to avoid possible trouble.\nThese buses, which look like Noah's arks, surely do not\ncontribute to the beautifying of the finest street of the\nworld. They increase traffic congestion and troubles dur-\ning shopping hours; they are the most unreliable means of\ntransportation; they are an added dapger to the safety of\n-our streets.\nAre there not means of doing away with a public nui-\nsance, even if it is franchised?\nThe Fourth of July oil the Square\nI thought it showed rather bad taste to cover the in-\nscription upon the Arch on both sides with electric lighted\nflags. They could have erected on top of the Arch a big\nflag-pole and in such a way the flag would have been\ndisplayed far more visibly and more effectively. The ex-\npense surely would not have been greater. The blue in\nthe tri-color didn't show up at all. But who is critical\nwhen the city government displays patriotism ? Every-\nbody knew what it meant and especially the music in the\nafternoon and the concert in the evening was a welcome\nentertainment to the natives of the village back of the\nSquare. They all had come prepared for the occasion in\ntheir Sunday clothes, the women a fantastic medley of\nglaring color schemes. A free moving-picture show con-\ncluded the patriotic exercises. It was a pretty picture!\nThe bandstand on the square illuminated by electric arc\nlights, a picturesque audience seated on the benches around\nit and promenaders walking up and down the nice broad\nway for once not monopolized by the Fifth Avenue Coach\nCompany. Why can't some humanitarian of our neigh-\nborhood donate a few thousand dollars for the perma-\nnent maintenance of a music band on three or four even-\nings of the week. It would be far more; useful than the\nmoney he contributes to various other causes and he could\nhave the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes what a\n\nDominic. One of our \"benchers.\"\n\nMother, child and dog\n\nIn Our Village"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "835", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nmerry time he is giving to thousands of people who other-\nwise would spend their evenings stupidly in a saloon or\nin the'stuffy atmosphere of their tenement quarters.\nThe Girl in Yellow\nI WON'T tell her name, because I don't know it. It\nwould have been easy to find out who she is. But\nwhy? It doesn't matter. She is stopping with a family\nin one of the mansions on the north side of the Square.\nShe descended the patrician stairway just after the music\nhad started. She was a fine picture of youth and life\nleaning there against the ancient and severe woodwork\nof her doorway. A white silk tamo' shanter, a white\ndress, white shoes and a glaring yellow silk sweater. She\nseemed to hesitate; crowds are not inviting but they are\nluring and absorbing. Very hesitatingly she crossed over.\nShe listened to the music and she walked around and then\nshe dared to break through the multitude. She watched\nthe pictures, always a wonderful spot of color, even\namong this gaudily-attired crowd. It seemed a hovel ex-\nperience for her to be alone among so many. So near to\nthem in space and so far away in mind. Was it curiosity\nor sadness that made her face so interesting? Or was she\njust lonesome, or had she experienced a disappointment\nin that mansion over there? She remained until the last\npatriotic air had resounded and the electric arc lamps had\nbeen extinguished and slowly as she had come she crossed\nto the stately row of houses where our aristocrats live.\nPerhaps she went home to the solitude of her room. Who\ncan tell? Perhaps she didn't.\nSuch musings are the charm of the idler on the broad\npathway of life.\nSomewhere in Greenwich Village\nrT^>ALKING about aristocrats, we have had some real\nones among us for the past weeks. With us is the\nBaroness—I forget her name. Names really don't count\nat all if one is confronted with her. Confronted is the\nonly suitable expression for such an unbelievable sight on\nthe street. The sphinx couldn't help shaking the head\nthat hadn't moved for thousands of years and breaking\nits proverbial silence. She (the Baroness) wears a hiair-\ndress like the picture in the Museum of Natural History\nworn by the natives' in the Soudan. All kinds of things\ncan be found upon that turban without a top. Feathers\nof some strange animals in different sizes from half a yard\nto a yard each serve as a good background for a lot of\ntrinkets sewed upon the sides of her hat and hanging down\nfrom the brim. She took rather a pride in confessing that\nshe made this fortunate selection upon the bric-a-brac\n\nLet's talk about it later\n\nWashington Square Idyll: \"Shine em up, boss\""}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "836", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ncounter of a ten-cent store in 14th Street. There were\nlittle vases with silk and paper flowers stuck into them, a\ncandle shade here and there cupidolls dressed up in gor-\ngeous colors, red celluloid fishes fastened to the brim of\nher hat with delicate pale green baby ribbons, foreign\ncoins underneath peacock feathers. Grotesquely carved\npenholders and many other smaller and bigger things\nwhich escaped detailed attention. Monumental pieces of\nchandelier crystals with garlands of yellow, green and\nblue glass pearls hung from her ears like the coronation\ndecorations of the native kings of the Fiji Islands. Her\nwaist was really no waist but glittering armor after the\nfashion of Don Quixote's famous garb of conquest. Quite\nsimple and contrasting with the splendor of her other\nvestments was her belt. An iron rail, as one can see them\nlaid on the roadway of our streets, bent into graceful\ncurves, glittered around her waist line.\nShe doesn't make a secret of her affection for the\nScotch. She used a glaring Scotch plaid as fundamental\nmaterial for her skirt; Indian bead work, wax flowers\nunder glass covers, the flags of all nations on pieces of\nfelt given away as premium with a certain brand of cigar-\nettes. Souvenir silver spoons, stuffed birds once perhaps,\nwhen alive, her pets, and small Persian prayer rugs are\nsome of the ornaments she prefers for street wear. There\nare smaller things which can be noticed only on closer\nobservation like Indian Buddhas, silk ribbons of a pecu-\nliar pattern, old Belgian laces and historic snuff-boxes.\nShe chooses as footgear moccasins of the Black Foot In-\ndian brand and she considers it bad manners for anyone\nto talk to her without having first asked for an introduc-\ntion to her fat little black dog. She takes a walk on the\nSquare every evening between five and six. If you hesi-\ntate to believe me go and see for yourself. She does not\nobject to being looked at.\nThen we have the marchioness with oil and timber\nlands somewhere West. She knows more princes, counts\nand lords than you ever thought existed. She knows the\nfamily history of all American heiresses who married\ntitles. She has the Marquise La Fontaine beaten by a\nlong way. She is holding court in the Brevoort and as\nall people of noble blood she likes to play the patron to\nlitterateurs and artists. It is her pleasure to assemble the\nflower of the Village manhood around her and to tel]\nthem from her vast experience among the nobles of the\none world and the upper four hundreds of the other.\nTom Sleejper was knighted by her recently and he is the\ngrand old man of the Round Table who sticks it out\nuntil all others have left, overwhelmed with so many fam-\nily complications. Pink and black and white are her\ncolors.\n„ Allan Norton, the pilot of \"The Rogue\" (the Cig-\narette of Literature as he called his magazine) and pro-\nprietor of the most soulful eyes in the Village, is here\nagain. He is contemplating to start.his magazine early\nin the Fall; he is looking for drawings and unusual\nstories and at the same time for a bit of life.\nJack Magrath is busy telling everybody about the\nmost charming visitor the Village has had for some time\n(says he). She is stopping at the Judson, right beneath\nthe cross. The bell-boys are constantly busy rushing\nvisiting cards up to her apartments.\nMargaret Johnson (Shifty), the will-be famous daugh-\nter of the late Arthur Johnson, one of the best known\nmovie actors, broke into print this month. Her picture\nand something about her very individual individuality ap-\npears in the Motion Picture Magazine. At present she\nis in Northampton raising chickens and red cheeks.\nHeloyse Haynes, who is camping out in the summer in\nScituate, Massachusetts, was in |he Village and gathered\na crowd of her friends for the Fourth of July celebra-\ntions in her summer home.\nAura Brantzel is now editor of the woman's depart-\nment of a Spanish magazine. She doesn't speak Spanish\nbut she said that doesn't make any difference as long as\nshe is ably editing her department. A few of her stories\nwhich appeared recently in Young's Magazine were laid\nin the Village and on the Square.\nTom Sleeper took another bout of vitality in our ven-\nerable neighborhood last week. He paid his respects to\nmost of the worshipful places where we are being served\nwith food and drink and he came to the happy conclusion\nof writing a Greenwich Village Anthology which will\nhave nothing whatever to do with the Spoon River or\nthe revered bones of Potter's Field, still slumbering\ntowards Eternity beneath Washington Square.\n\nWe Fear no Hell After Travelling\nawhile on Earth\nBy E. F. Mylius\n\nDECENTLY, in Hell, Satan was approached by his\nPrime Minister, who humbly craved an audience of\nthe Spirit of Evil. The wings of Satan were many\nmillions of miles long and glowed with the radiance of\nburning charcoal.\n\"What cravest thou?\" asked Satan, slowly moving his\ngiant wings, sending death and destruction on the planets\naround.\nFor a long time the Prime Minister said nothing. He\nknelt before the Throne and his head was bowed in\ntrouble.\nAt length he spoke:\n\"Throughout thy Empire, thy people no longer fear\nthee.\"\nSatan frowned and squared his shoulders. Burning\nsparks flew up above his head, streaming into the canopy\nof the heavens.\n\"What! Do they not suffer?\"\n\"Yes, they still suffer, but they neither fear nor respect\nyou.\"\nSatan mused:\n\"Put your ear to the Earth, and tell me what you\nhear.\"\nThe Prime Minister obeyed.\n\"What do you hear?\" at length asked Satan.\n\"I hear men speak of your Majesty and thy name is\nmuch upon their lips. I hear laughter and shrieks of\nrage. I hear mothers weeping and women singing. I hear\nfoul cries of lust, the booming of cannon and the clamor\nof insurgent idealism. The Earth is still suffering, but\nher suffering is strangely mingled with the cadence of new\nthoughts.\"\nSatan appeared perturbed. He said:\n\"Within the last three ages of Man, many of my\nmighty ones have I sent to the Earth, but none hitherto"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "837", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nA few illustrations by Clara Tice for last year's Thimble Theatre programmes.\n\nhave returned to me. While I wait, impatient and griev-\ning for their absence, the Earth continues to cry in\nanguish and pain, yet the brilliance of my firelit nights\nwanes dim, for some unknown reason.\"\n\"Descend to the Earth,\" continued Satan, addressing\nhis fiery Minister. \"Become a woman and learn what it\nis that mankind to. Take care to avoid the §ilent\nmen, but pass not by rebellious women. Each word of\ntheirs you must preserve as if it were a pearl. Drink\nwith the debauchee and entertain yourself in the halls\nof pleasure. Tarry with the thinkers, but scoff at the\nIdealists and sneer at the Martyrs—those who have be-\ncome like gods. Lure into the stream of slavish pleasure,\nthose whose faces are sad and wan, whose eyes are large\nand shadowed, who neither laugh nor play, nor ever tread\nthe path of carelessness. They and their sadness have\nfilled Heaven itself. On them you must lavish all your\ncharms. Depart, my faithful servant. Here I shall be\nwaiting to greet you on your return. The fires of Hell\nshall be raked and grow brighter because of the hope I\nplace in you.\"\nThe Prime Minister knelt in his robes to make his\nobeisance. Then, swiftly taking the form of a beautiful\nwoman, he swooped down upon the storm-tossed Earth.\nTime passed upon the Earth. Indue course, Satan's\nmessenger appeared again before the Throne of the Evil\nOne, and knelt humbly in his fiery raiment, waiting to be\nquestioned. Satan was exceedingly glad to see him, the\nfirst of his many envoys to return from the Earth. At\nhis command a glorious flood of meteors shot through the\nheavens to announce his joy. Most of all was he pleased\nto observe his messenger's face, coarsened by drunken\nrevels and scarred by the burnt-out fires of evil passions.\n\"You come back worthy indeed of the gay, bright time\nyou have no doubt led upon the Earth,\" said Satan, glanc-\ning at the grinning devils about his Throne. \"But tell\nme, faithful servant, why are your clothes stained with\nblood? Is there no peace on the Earth? Are they all at\nwar? Can it be really true?\"\n\"Blood flows red upon Earth,\" came the reply. \"I\nam blood-stained because I was unfortunately wounded in\none of their establishments of amusement and of torture.\"\n\"On my arrival,\" continued the messenger, \"I soon\ndiscovered it was impossible to mingle with the Idealists\nand not be carried away by a strange new force that is\nmanifesting itself upon the Earth to-day. Therefore,\ninstead of listening to them, I enjoyeH myself thoroughly.\nI had carriages, automobiles, diamonds, furs, silk dresses,\nchampagne, scores of servants and received the flattery\nand homage of Society. I entertained—\"\n\"Stop,\" cried Satan, vexed and troubled. \"It is very\ndifficult to learn the aspirations and tendencies of Man\nby this method. But perhaps you have got to know some\nof their new ideas in your own way and to find out the\nnature of this new force you speak of?\"\n\"I told men exactly how to live so as to enjoy them-\nselves. I told them that to be free they must give way\nto their desires and passions whenever and with whoever\nthey would. But the majority did not seem to listen.\nThey even now talk of ideals and renunciation for the\nservice of society. In my opinion there is nothing to be\ndone but to exterminate them.\"\n\"Have you seen any of my former emissaries?\"\n\"Yes, and they appear to be honest, virtuous and re-\nspected by the majority of mankind. They have become\npillars of society. Two or three of them together rule\nhalf of the world. Alas, I could not approach them. They\nare surrounded by high society women and protected by\narmies and police. Many of them lead sober lives as they\ncontrol vast wealth. Yet they are in great danger and\nI fear the force of idealism may swamp them.\"\n\"Where did you see these idealists, and the thinkers\nwho have no dread of Hell?\"\n\"I almost hesitate to tell your Majesty. Since you wish\nto know, I have set eyes on them in cafes and drinking\nsaloons; in prisons consorting with criminals; among\nwriters and journalists and all sorts of people. I cannot\nthink what joy they find in life. They are without fear.\nOnce I observed a woman being taken away by the police\nfor public speaking. I visited her in prison. She spoke\nimpiously of Hell and Heaven and their Rulers. No\nfear betrayed itself on her countenance. A smile played\nabout her lips and her eyes shone with a strange light.\nThis ended the Prime Minister's speech, and he stood"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "838", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160708-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Bttlson, and edited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 88 Wash-\nington Square, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New York, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act\nof March 3d, 1897.\na '• *\n\nin his Blood-stained raiment, waiting to be commended\nfor his wickedness and energy. But Satan spoke no\npraise. The lightnings from his glance flashed ominously\nand his voice thundered as he spoke.\n\"Go, return to the Earth once more, and when you\nmeet these saviors of mankind, give them this message\nin my name. 'Struggle not for the attainment of ideals,\nwhich are figments of the imagination, but entertain your-\nselves to tha full, for the tortures of Hell are very real\nand more painful than any earth-born suffering.' \"\nA bitter, almost malignant smile played around the\nPrime Minister's lips, but in a hypocritically humble\nposture, and casting down his eyes, he answered:\n\"I have told the thinkers, the idealists and the martyrs\nthis already, your Majesty, but they refuse to believe me\nor to go the way of pleasure or forgetfulness.\"\n\"Why do you refuse?\"\n\"Because of this strange new force which, according to\nthem, gives happiness and comfort.\"\n''What is this force?\"\n\"Love.\"\nSatan answered not at once, but his brows were bent in\nthought. At length Tie observed:\n\"Not for the first time have I lost a world through\nLove.\" /\n\"They assert that your Empire is now upon the Earth,\"\nsaid the Prime Minister, \"and that neither for you nor\nfor any future state have they any fear. They declare they\nknow you and that you cannot harm them more than your\nemissaries are doing now.\"\n\"So it has come to this,\" said Satan, troubled and dis-\npleased. \"Shall I descend to Earth to terrify them?\"\n\"You will have a great welcome. You will be enter-\ntained at costly banquets. Powerful rulers will load you\nwith honors. You will be taken over the empires of the\nworld, and shown the glories of civilization. Millions\nwill flock to see you. But if you descend—forgive my\npresumption—-you will never again return to Hell.\"\n\"But what will become of Hell?\" exclaimed Satan. \"It\nwill be empty!\"\n\"The idealists say that there is no need for another hell.\nAnd now I see that they are right. Farewell—your Ma-\njesty—forever.\"\nWith these words the Prime Minister took the form of\na young man and became forever lost amid the tears, the\nsweat and the blood of the Earth.\nHell remained mute, its fires fitfully lighting the sur-\nrounding heavens. Its wearied inmates gazed intently\ndown upon the Earth; so tiny, so strange and so incom-\nprehensible in its struggles and in its sorrows.\nThe stars gleamed 'mid the silent universe. Shadows\ngrew fainter about the deserted palace and a gray dawn\narose on the dying embers of countless fires. In the faint\nmorning light, the Throne of Satan seemed empty.\n\nAt the Sign of the Red Lamp\nFIFTY-THREE WEST THIRD STREET NEW YORK\nYou will find this old and picturesque chop house two doors\nEast of West Broadway. We make a specialty of Sea Food,\nSteaks and Chops.\nSAMUEL S. BROAD, Prop. 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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\nWTTin mill nnwiWTwnnrTwririißißiii■iiiiniimin 1111111111 ■iniiiiiuii una mm mum 11 in 1111 iiwifnniMainiiTMiiid'iiißiimnrTTinirfi-y'wiinifgv'wwyftwwHiiiw\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.\n9 /\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. 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