{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_sha256": "f7c39bb85e3b108b9eece12461a035e1119dad62491434b06e2e14b09e214f70", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/29_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/07/29_01/bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Prisecillia Alden Delano", "titre_sommaire": "Prisecillia Alden Delano", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 108, "fin_caractere_exclue": 132, "texte": "Prisecillia Alden Delano"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[871]", "page_fin": "[871]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "To James Whitcomb Riley", "titre_sommaire": "To James Whitcomb Riley", "signature_source": "William Lightfoot Visscher", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[871]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 137, "fin_caractere_exclue": 767, "texte": "To James Whitcomb Riley\nWilliam Lightfoot Visscher\nI LEY, Poet, rich in fancies\nAdept in the necromancies\nOf the spells that charm the soul;\nAh how deft you touch the heart-strings\nPlaying strains of songs that Love sings,\nIn the haunts where lovers stroll\nRiley, you have made the \"Hoosier\"\nGrander than a Prince of Prussia\nIn the halls where nobles dance;\nYou have charted all the ocean\nOf the rustic's deep emotion;\nMade of common-place, Romance.\nOh! Deqr Riley, 'tis a sorrow\nThat you may not have to-morrow\nFor the uses of your pen;\nThat you may not write as yester;\nIndiana's strong, true Nestor,\nGreatest of her gifted men."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[871]", "page_fin": "873", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "Permanent Peace: Is It a Dream?", "titre_sommaire": "Permanent Peace: Is It a Dream?", "signature_source": "Sadakichi Hartmann", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[871]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 769, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5238, "texte": "Permanent Peace: Is It a Dream?\nBy Sadakichi Hartmann\nhas strolled through the palace of Ver-\nsailles, through the endless picture galleries, one\nsuite of roqms following the other, filled with nothing but\nbattle paintings and military scenes, mostly of enormous\nsize and mediocre workmanship, must have felt weary and\namazed, a dull sort of Irritation and indignation, at this\nwaste of effort and this persistent glorification of warfare.\nBut a sojourn in Berlin proves even more nauseating in\nthis respect. On every square, at the end of every thor-\noughfare looms some soldier monument, equestrian figure,\nvictory column.; entire avenues are flanked with portrait\nstatues of former war heroes, as if the population were\ndevoted exclusively to the worship of Mars and Bellona.\nEven we, an unmilitary though not necessarily more\npeace-loving nation (we have a record of eighteen wars\nand disturbances), insist on dotting out parks and squares\nwith hard bronze statues of military men, while poets,\nscientists, statesmen and philanthropists are thrown in only\noccasionally for good measure.\nThere is something strangely inconsistent about this\nhomage to fighting men, when we consider the troubled\ntimes of the past whenever violence became a necessity\nand joy over victories was mingled with sorrow and suf-\nfering. It seems that the fascination is primarily one of\nthe senses. We all are fond of show and parades, bunting\nand flags, brass band and shouting, the excitement of the\ncrowd. The accentuated measures of march music and\npatriotic airs affect us like some physical stimulant; and\nthere is something irresistible in a man in uniform to\nwomen, which even Bourgot could not explain. As for\nactual service! It is not fancied quite as much. How\nmany of our German population have left home and\nfatherland to evade compulsory service! Still, there seem\nto be at all times plenty of young men who fancy an ad-\nventurous existence, and prefer to be provided for instead\nof trying to make their own career. For her colonial war-\nfare Great Britain has no difficulty in recruiting a suffi-\ncient number of volunteers, and there is no gainsay that\nTommy Atkins is the genuine soldier, by entering the\nservice voluntarily and regarding it as a regular profession,\nand that there is something fascinating, wild and strange\nin the pursuit. American recruiting is less successful\nbecause it lacks the glamor, change and excitement of\nBritish service.\nYet no man, and woman still less, in times of peace,\nreasoning logically, would deny that war is a terrible\ncalamity. There they lie in trenches opposite each other,\ntheir feet in mud, exposed to rain, heat and cold, fed like\nSpartans, shooting away at some unknown opponent and\nshot at again in return, frequently killed or maimed for\nlife without having seen the enemy. What are their\nthoughts during the long nightwatches lit up only with\nsearchlights, rockets and fiery shells?\nThey have no interest at stake in this mole work, no\ncause at issue in these endless attacks and counter attacks,\nno passion or hatred to gratify. They are mostly men\nfrom the ordinary walks of life, torn away from their\nhumble vocations, forced to leave their family, women,\nold folks and children, to shift for themselves. They are\nsummoned to the fields by the authorities and now set their\nhearts against bayonets and by command press madly to\nsome battery's blazing tier.\nIs there anything more unjust than to have women\ngive life to male offspring, to rear them to manhood,\nmerely to see them march away to be killed from afar\njust as if they were cattle raised for the slaughter house.\nAnd what atones for the mother's agony, for starva-\ntion and destitution, for homes destroyed by shell and\nfire, for children sent adrift and outraged daughters?\nBut is it not all for the glory of the nation, for the\ndefense of the flag, for the protection of the home, for\nself preservation, liberty, safety, future welfare? So they\nare told, and the name of the dead soldier is used to\nglorify the bloody deeds of war, that others may follow\nwithout questioning.\nWhy are wars fought? There are now eleven coun-\ntries engaged in war, more may be drawn into it at any\nmoment.\nCan any layman discern and explain the different\nsources from whence the present events have taken rise?\nThe Germans are said to fight for their country, for the\ndefeat of Pan Slavism, the Allies for self preservation,\nto subdue German militarism. One could just as well"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "872", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6968, "texte": "assert that they fight for the control of China. And so\neach nation claims to have been forced into it and to fight\nfor the right, while they compete in reality for commercial\nsupremacy. War is the logical result of eager competition.\nWhenever a nation is becoming too powerful, and en-\ndangering the money and trade interests of other countries,\na declaration of war is brought about, to balance matters\nand to stop progress, momentarily at least, where it is not\nwanted. Goods made in Germany have been too success-\nful not to arouse envy. In a few years the scale of events\nmay turn, and they may be all fighting Russia. Just as\nJapan will be engaged in a prolonged series of wars in\nthe East. Japan needs trade expansion as acutely as its\ndaily rations of fish and rice. So does China, Siam, Nepal\nand the various dependencies, but Japan is best prepared\nto exert itself, it wants to reap the harvest and will not\nmind a few campaigns of conquest if seriously opposed.\nWars are invariably fought for strictly material reasons.\nIt is claimed that wars are no longer possible for pure\npurposes of conquest, or the gratification of the whims of\nsome potentate. Is there such a great difference between\nkings and ruling parties, between conquest and trade or\ncolonial expansion? Only the pretext has been changed.\nAlthough humanity is sodden with the pursuit of gain,\na population might not be quite as obedient about going\nto war, if the reasons urged made not some direct appeal\nto humanitarian sentiment. There must be a pretext, in\nthe form of an ethical excuse. As to the real cause the\nmasses remain in the dark. It is secret history. War is\narranged in financial circles with the co-operation of the\nmilitary party and international diplomacy. The money\ninterests are in the hands of the few, thus it is capitalism\nthat instigates war, just as the Church and Imperialism\nin former centuries. The casus belli, like the assassination\nof the Austrian archduke, at Serajevo, the Ems despatch,\nthe firing in Fort Sumter, the blowing up of the Maine,\nis never more than an incident. The honor of a nation\ndoes not allow such or such a thing to occur, war agitation\nhas generally preceded it, so it is easy when\nthe moment is ripe to stir up war sentiment and to conceal\nthe real cause, which often originates from no purer source\nthan human passions and selfish motives.\nThe crusaders marched to Palestine, no doubt, many\nof them with true religious fanaticism. It had been arti-\nficially aroused. It furnished the pretext, to put an end to\noccasional Christian massacres and to regain the possession\nof the Sepulchre. But the real motive of pontiff and\nprinces was to oppose the progress of the Ottomans and to\nenrich themselves, in short an invasion of conquest and\naggrandisement.\nEven in wars of independence, it can hardly be that\nwar is forced upon a country. If abuses in a dependency\nexist and continue, become insufferable, if there is no re-\ndress, then the oppressed community is forced to organize\nits power for defense in such a way as is most likely to\nsecure its safety and happiness for the future. Un-\ndoubtedly, but the causes are strictly material and flow\nfrom sources troubled by both parties. The outbreak was\nthe result of preceding periods of incubation and evolu-\ntion. The English from modest demands in the beginning\nwidened their program of exploitation more boldly and\nshamelessly every year. The more powerful party is\nalways destined to play the part of the usurper. We, on\nthe other hand, conceived the necessity of changes, mod-\nerate at first, but gradually desired for more thorough and\ndeeper changes. Humble remonstrances changed into\nrevolutionary demands. It was impossible to remain in-\ndifferent. Little by little the majority was imbued with\nthe spirit of revolt, and the result was war.\nAnd the cause of our secession war! Freedom for the\nslaves was the avowed object of the abolitionist agitation,\nwhile beneath it lurked an unusually vehement party\nstrife of politicians. The South had been the most power-\nful factor in politics. The Northern party leaders coveted\nthis same power. The discontent over the supposed ad-\nvantages the South derived from the maintenance of\nslavery also did not help matters. Decked out with\nhumanitarian appeals abolition was made the ostensible\nissue. The Secessionists resented this and advocated dis-\nunion. Through the Missouri Compromise the States\nwere geographically divided, and the long threatened out-\nbreak finally came because both parties (not the masses)\ncould not restrain themselves any longer. The trouble\nhad been brewing for forty years.\nWas Pacific abolition an absolute impossibility? Even\n\"barbaric\" Russia in 1857 accomplished the liberation of\nthe serfs in a peaceful manner. Was it done for the sake\nof humanitarian principles? Hardly. It was the dread\nof a violent peasant uprising. There had been so many\npeasant insurrections that it was thought wisest to make\nthe sacrifice. In Russia it was the nobility, a small\nminority, versus the entire farming population, while here\nwere two parties, equally unprepared and equally resource-\nful. Both parties felt too strong to make any concessions.\nThe inevitable result was war.\nIf it is true that the hostilities of nations are prompted\nby material contrivances, each war should prove its\neconomic justification. This seems to be difficult to be-\nlieve, when we consider the enormous war loans and the\ndecline of exports. Take the case of any of the belligerent\ncountries. Each country has been selling to all the coun-\ntries she is fighting. The idea that a nation could possibly\ngain foreign trade by fighting some of her biggest cus-\ntomers, cutting off a considerable percentage of its business\nseems to be visionary. But it works merely like an in-\nvestment on a gigantic scale. The momentary losses and\nthe expenditure represent the investment. War means\nto the victor new openings and opportunities to increase\nnational wealth and prestige. To lose the war is the\nrisk that is run. But even vanquished nations, if not\nentirely annihilated and annexed, have a wonderful re-\ncuperating power. Look at France after the Franco\nGerman war, with its World's Exposition in 1878.\nThe individual is only indirectly a beneficiary. But the\nstrengthening, development, expansion of the material re-\nsources of a nation can not be censured as being a guilty\nor vain ambition. What would have happened if we had\nlost the Independence war. Another war and another\nwar until we had bought our freedom by roll of cannon\nand clash of arms. It is now a proposition so remote that\nit is difficult even to imagine it. But we are proud that\nit has happened and consider it worth all the sacrifices\nthat were made for it. And there lies the deep rooted\ntrouble, if a victorious nation is a beneficiary, the chances\nfor a world's peace become very nebulous indeed.\nBut the human mind is obstinate, if there must be wars"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "873", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3475, "texte": "as there apparently have to be and the individual can do\nnothing to prevent them, it insists at least on \"civilized\nwarfare.\" By this is meant Red Cross service and relief\nfunds, a more rational treatment of war prisoners, the\nregulation of shipping, the safety of neutrals, armistices\nto bury the dead, the prohibition of sacking evacuated\ntowns, of killing the wounded and firing on civilians, and\nall those principles that have been decided upon at the\nGeneva Conventions to regulate the conduct of an army\nduring war and that are supposed somewhat to ameloriate\nevils. It is of no avail. Civilized warfare is a paradox.\nWarfare, premedidated wholesale slaughter can not be\ncivilized. To send battle ships with their entire crew to\nthe bottom of the sea, to sacrifice an entire regiment in\nstorming an entrenchment, without any special purpose,\nto have it retaken by the enemy on the morrow, to bom-\nbard towns and to fight big battles where the casualties\nrun into the hundred thousands are in the words of Vol-\ntaire not the work of God but of the devil, some sinister\nSiwa bent on cruel, merciless destruction. There is no\ndiffrence whether one is clubbed down with a morning\nstar and pierced by a halberd, or torn to pieces by shrapnel\nand throttled by asphyxiating gas. One is as barbarous\nas the other. Only modern war has become more scien-\ntifically cruel. The mucular strength has dwindled down\nto naught.\nAs for atrocites: atrocites, acts of savagery, cross viola-\ntions of rules have occurred in every war, and non-com-\nbatants in invaded territories are naturally the scapegoats.\nBut war in itself is such an outrage and atrocity that all\nminor incidents of executions and the killing of neutrals\nseem trivial beside it. The writer was brought up on\natrocity tales of horrible mutilations of wounded and dead\nsupposed to have been perpetuated by Zouaves and Turcos\non the Franco-German battle fields. It is more than likely\nthat they were not tales but approximately the truth.\nSociety, even by the infliction of the death penalty, can not\nabolish murder. ■ How then can one expect that, when\nmen are sent deliberately to slaughter each other, some\nwill not give full vent to their latent murderous instincts\nand commit heinous crimes just for the sake of committing\nthem, and even gloat over their bloody deeds. But do\nnot blame the offender, the commanding officer or even\nthe nation too harshly, blame the cause and not the effect.\nOf course, if it comes to methods of warfare that violate\nthe rights of neutrals, it certainly is proper to demand their\ndiscontinuance. Still, if a nation is in sole possession of\nan effective instrument of destruction that constitutes one\nof its most powerful and successful weapons, it will surely\nnot be abandoned as long as the particular war lasts in\nwhich it was first introduced. Wars are fought to do as\nmuch damage as possible. The more fatal a weapon is\nthe better it serves the purpose. That such instruments\nwill be denounced as inhuman by those against whom they\nare employed is only natural. But as long as Zeppelins\nand submarines were not in operation when the existing in-\nternational agreements that should govern war were made,\nany new rules pertaining to them can not be decided upon\nbefore the end of the war. Protests of course can be made\nbut they can be settled only diplomatically unless the in-\n\" jured nation also wishes to enter a state of war with the\noffender."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "873", "page_fin": "873", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Sadakichi Hartmann", "titre_sommaire": "Sadakichi Hartmann", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "873", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 3477, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3495, "texte": "Sadakichi Hartmann"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "873", "page_fin": "874", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "How England Helped the Southern Confederacy", "titre_sommaire": "How England Helped the Southern Confederacy", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "873", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 3497, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4905, "texte": "How England Helped the Southern\nConfederacy\nTHE recent efforts of English capitalists to create a\nboom in Confederate bonds has led to additional\nrevelations concerning the assistance given by English\ncapitalists to the Southern States in the War of Seces-\nsion. The manner in which these English bondholders\nhope to realize at least a portion of the millions sterling\nwhich they advanced in order to dismember the\nUnited States to induce the Southern States to\npetition the United States Government to transfer\nto the bond holders the unappropriated balance of the\nAlabama award, and of the larger amount of money re-\nceived from cotton seizures in the South during the war.\nIt is thought by them that ten millions of dollars are\nlying idle in the treasury at Washington. This would\nbe thirteen or fourteen million dollars, or about one third\nof the amount they would be satisfied with as a settle-\nment. The amount of the Confederate debt is said to be\nfour hundred million dollars. It is mostly held in Europe.\nHow much of this the syndicate *will be able to gather in\nremains to be seen. At any rate, the syndicate, if suc-\ncessful, will reap a vast reward for their outlay.\nIt is needless to say that such a scheme will never be\nsuccessful and that it will only be resorted to as a for-\nlorn hope on the part of those English capitalists who\nfoolishly parted with their pounds sterling in order to grat-"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "874", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4694, "texte": "ify their prejudice against the Republic, and with the hope\nthat the success of the Southern Confederacy would be\nthe death knell to a united Republic on this continent.\nIn this instance, however, John Bull reckoned without\nhis host, and now that his hatred of democracy has cost\nhim millions of pounds, we hope he will be made even\nmore miserable by the reflection that not a single six-pence\nwill ever find its way back into an Englishman's pocket.\nMr. Ivan C. Michels, a Russian gentleman well in-\nformed on the transactions between the late Confederacy\nand European powers, furnishes a list of the names of\nsome of the holders of the Confederate cotton loan bonds.\nMr. Michels says that these were the actual losses,\nmoneys paid by each individual, but the amount of Con-\nfederate bonds they received in return amounted to several\nmillion dollars. He obtained the information through his\nLondon correspondent. Mr. Michels thinks the zeal of\nthe London Times is best understood and explained by\nthe contributions of Messrs. M. B. Sampson and John\nThadeus Delane, editors of the newspaper, as one parted\nwith fifteen thousand pounds of his wealth, and the other\ncontributed to the lost cause to the extent of ten thou-\nsand pounds. The following is the list referred to:\nLbs.\nSir Henry de Hington, Bart 180,000\nIsaac Campbell & Co 150,000\nThomas Sterling Begley. . 140,000\nMarquis of Bath 50,000\nJames Spence 50,000\nBeresford Hope 50,000\nGeorge Edward Seymour 40,000\nCharles Joice & Co 40,000\nMessrs. Ferace 30,000\nAlexander Collie & Co 20,000\nFleetwood, Polen, Wilson & Schuster, Direc-\ntors of Union Bank of London, together 20,000\nW. S. Lindsay . 20,000\nSir Coutts Lindsay, Bart 20,000\nJohn Laced, M. P. from Birkenhead 20,000\nM. B. Sampson, Editor of Times 15,000\nJohn Thadeus Delane, Editor of Times.... 10,000\nLady Georgiana Time, Sister of Lord West-\nmoreland 10,000\nJ. S. Gillet, Director of the Bank of\nEngland 10,000\nD. Forbes Campbell 8.000\nGeorge Peacock, M. P 5,000\nLord Warncliff 5,000\nW. H. Gregoty, M. P 4,000\nW. J. Rideout, London Morning Post.... 4,000\nEdward Ackroyd 1,000\nLord Campbell 1,000\nLord Donoughmore 1,000\nLord Richard Grosvenor\nHon. Evelyn Ashley, Priv. Sec. to Lord\nPalmerton 500\nRight Hon. W. E. Gladstone. 20,000\nTotal Losses 898,000\nThe foregoing figures exhibit the startling fact that the\ntwenty-nine individuals who thus opened their purses for\nthe perfidious purpose of pulling down the Stars and\nStripes of this great Republic lost no less a sum than $1,-\n490,000 by their insane investment. We have heard of\nmany \"wild cat\" schemes, but assuredly John Bull was\nbadly gored by the Southern ox when he undertook to sup-\nport the Southern cause in order to help destroy this Re-\npublic.\nMuch interest is manifested in this matter as to what\nsentiment is held by the Southern people themselves re-\ngarding this new movement to place the English bought\nSouthern bonds in such a position as to, at least partially,\nrecoup the English investors therein. If we are to judge\nof the people of the Southern States by the sentiments\nadvanced by Judge Lochrane, of Georgia, when asked re-\ncently his opinion upon this momentous question, the\nJudge was very candid in giving his\" opinion, which we\nannex:\n\"The idea of the States paying the Confederate War\ndebt, which, like slavery, was abolished by the fall of the\nConfederacy, is absurd, and to discuss it would be giving\ndignity to absurd nonsense, except that the movement\nseems to have respectable names connected with it.\n\"It may be that distinguished attorneys have given ab-\nstract opinions as to the present validity of the debt, but\nsuch attorneys could not earn their bread in Georgia.\"\nHe adds: \"But to add to all this trash the threat that the\nbonds issued by the Confederacy shall not be paid by the\nSouthern States, or else English capital will be withheld\nfrom Southern enterprises, and thus stop the progress of\nSouthern prosperity until the full value of these bits of\npaper, hardly worth a penny a bushel, shall be made good\nto fny Lord Penzance and his syndicate—such a proposi-\ntion is ridiculous in its presumption. The assumption that\nthe South with her present credit and property is depend-\nent upon English capital to develop her resources, is an\neffort of English arrogance excusable only for its ignor-\nance. But if the South had to pay the Confederate war\ndebt, in whole or in part, to obtain English capital for its\nenterprises, then—to be as emphatic as possible, I would\nsay as to their opinion, that we can tell these gentlemen to\ngo to the devil with their money, their threats and their\nattempted blackmail.\"\n(This is a clipping from Donahoes Magazine, April\n1867.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "874", "page_fin": "875", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Poe and O. Henry", "titre_sommaire": "Poe and O. Henry", "signature_source": "G. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "874", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 4696, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5760, "texte": "Poe and O. Henry\n\nYV7HAT good does it do to pilgrimage to a tomb, to\n** plant flowers on a grave, to shed tears at a cemetery\nif he whom we had a chance to appreciate, who perhaps\ncraved for a friendly word from our lips, is dead and\nburied ? The costliest monument executed by the greatest\nartist and erected by those who seem to make a business\nof appreciating the dead only—seems to me just one more\nstone they are throwing at him whom they pretend to\nhonor. Think of Edgar Allan Poe! A hundred thousand\ndollars were expended to create a park to honor his mem-\nory—the Poe Park. The Fordham Cottage, for which\nPoe paid a rent of five dollars monthly nearly seventy\nyears ago, -was purchased by the city for six thousand dol-\nlars, transformed into a Poe museum with a custodian\nwho, outside of free rent, light and heat, draws a yearly\ncompensation for his services that would have made Poe\nfinancially independent for years. And I saw a letter a\nfew days ago, written by Poe five months preceding his\ndeath, addressed to the publisher of the \"Southern Literary"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "875", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3349, "texte": "Messenger\" offering his weekly contributions at two dol-\nlars a page, each page containing eight hundred words.\n(The cheapest Sunday paper pays to-day five dollars for\neight hundred words to any hack-writer.)\nThe erection of a monument to the memory of a man\nwho was honored during life, appreciated in the only way\ngenius should be appreciated by the layman—in dollars\nand cents—seems just and appropriate, a real tribute to\na dead genius as well as to those who participate in the\nerection and later on in the unveiling exercises.\nO. Henry, one of the two literary geniuses America has\nproduced since its discovery, was the first to receive ap-\npreciation and reward for the pleasures he gave his millions\nof readers during his lifetime, and now while hardly four\nyears have passed since his departure from life, Raleigh,\nin North Carolina, the capital of his home State, has\nerected a memorial tablet to his memory.\nEdgar Allan Poe's name appears almost always in bio-\ngraphies or appreciations of O. Henry. Even Professor\nSmith, O. Henry's biographer, mentions the name Poe,\nspeaking about the dead author. I think this is done\nunconsciously. There is nothing alike in Poe and in O.\nHenry, outside of the fact that both were Americans, both\ngeniuses and both originated something new, something that\nhad no precedent anywhere else, something that was bound\nto make school here in America and abroad. Poe was an\nartist outside the sphere of the masses, at his day still\nunder the influence of Puritanical goody-goodiness and of\n\"stories for the family table.\" O. Henry grasped the\nthrobbing life of the American city as well as of the lone\ncountry. He appealed to everybody because he seemed to\nknow everybody. He brought together poor and rich,\noutcast and snob, tramp and society girl, because he\nposseted the secret of sounding the note that creates har-\nmonious vibration in the hearts of all. And so, as it is\nusual and customary in our critical reviews and biographs\nto compare one man with another, in this case the one\ngenius is compared with the only other one.\nAmerica of to-day has progressed far. There is nothing\nthe matter with the public, especially the reading public,\ny appreciates genius. Our masses want the\nbeautiful; they would admire it and prefer it to everything\nelse, but they are denied it. Certain publishers of our\ncountry have set a standard for the mental food the Amer-\nican reading public shall be provided with. They- educate\neditors to serve to the readers this supposedly craved-for\ndiet and the public is simply hoodooed into the belief that\nit desires to read the wholesale fabrications of so-called\npopular authors.\nThe publisher of one of the most popular short story\nmagazines in this country told me a few days ago that he\nrefused to pay O. Henry five dollars for a story that\ncounts among the best Henry ever wrote, and that subse-\nquently sold for two hundred and seventy-five dollars. He\nmade him the proposition to accept in payment for the\nSt°ur i SU ptl°ns to.a Texas paper owned by this\npublisher twenty years ago. Subscriptions that Henry\ncould sell at any price he chose to his friends or ac-\nquaintances. This proposition was promptly refused O\nHenry was not starred by his publishers. The readers\nwanted his stories and therefore he received the aosrecia-\ntion due him, in life."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "875", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 3463, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3468, "texte": "G. B."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "875", "page_fin": "875", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.6.1", "titre_corps": "Bronze Memorial Tablet, the work of Lorada Taft, placed in the State Administration Building, Raleigh, N. C.", "titre_sommaire": "Bronze Memorial Tablet, the work of Lorada Taft, placed in the State Administration Building, Raleigh, N. C.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "875", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 3351, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3461, "texte": "Bronze\nMemorial\nTablet,\nthe work of\nLorada Taft,\nplaced in\nthe State\nAdminis-\ntration\nBuilding,\nRaleigh,\nN. C."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "875", "page_fin": "875", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Sundays are so welcome because they come only once", "titre_sommaire": "Sundays are so welcome because they come only once", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "875", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 3470, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3591, "texte": "Sundays are so welcome because they come only once\nevery seven days. They are as beautiful as the smile of a\nserious man."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "876", "page_fin": "876", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Builders of the World", "titre_sommaire": "Builders of the World", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 464, "texte": "Builders of the World\nTom Sleeper\nit is they laid him\n■*- Under the moonwhite daisies\nSee the crumbling headstone\nThe sunken headstone\nCrumbling to decay.\nGreat was his fame\nAnd great his renown.\nHe is lying now\nUnder the daisies\nUnder the asters and the waving grasses.\nRead of his greatness\nChiseled with reverend hands\nOn the mossy headstone now\nCrumbling to decay.\nRead of his greatness\nIn one simple line it is carven\n\"He founded Peoria, 111.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "876", "page_fin": "876", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Mother", "titre_sommaire": "Mother", "signature_source": "Cat's Paw", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 466, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2018, "texte": "Mother and Son\nMother\nCat's Paw\nD O you see that old woman out there with white hair\nand friendly face? Her dark clothes are out of\nfashion and her hands bear testimony that she must have\ndone considerable work some time ago. She looks like a\npeaceful farmer's wife who came to the city to attend\nchurch. . . But this woman is surrounded by the first\ncitizens of the country. The greatest among the great\ntouch her toil-worn hand with reverence. Scientists listen\neagerly to every word that the old lady utters, as if it\nwere some long looked for wisdom. All women look up\nto her filled with admiration and just a little bit of envy.\n. . . Admiration follows her wherever she goes and\nsome day when she dies a funeral procession will follow\nher bier as if she had been the queen of a faithful country.\nHer name will spread all over the world.\nShe is the mother of a great man.\nThe Son\nO you see that young man over there walking shyly\nin solitude on his own way with downcast eyes?\nEveryone who passes him looks at him wonderingly* Per-\nhaps with a little bit of envy, too. But he suspects in\nevery face only pity, thinking they look with a secret\nirony upon his glory, which overwhelms him. .\nIn his marble palace he locks the doors of his chambers\nand idly dreams about the life which is his own, his very\nown, which he himself lives. He dreams a quiet,\nunnoticed life without glory, without that terrible glory\nwhich has burnt in him all that was his own. Which has\nmade him nothing but the ghost of a great name. . . .\nHe is the son of a great man."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "876", "page_fin": "876", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Star-Gazer", "titre_sommaire": "The Star-Gazer", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2020, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4528, "texte": "The Star-Gazer\nCharles Gorham Barney, Jr.\n¥ AST night, on his way home he passed an old street\n1 vender who was presiding over a telescope. This\nwas at Twenty-third Street and Fifth Avenue./ He\nwalked by, but after a few steps he turned back. He gave\nthe old man a quarter of a dollar. The old fellow\nfumbled for the change, and while he was doing so, said:\n\"Look through.\" Rather reluctantly the young man did\nso. He would have preferred first to have his change safe\nin hand.\nThere was quite a large star visible. It looked like our\nmoon but seemed slightly lopsided. He was pondering\nwhether the old fellow would return to him ten cents or\nfifteen. Meanwhile the proprietor of the telescope was\nexplaining that the star was the planet Jupiter; and the\nyoung man began to perceive that it was not lopsided,\nthose were the smoky bands that he saw, and there were\nthe attendant moons—four of them!\nAt first he was overcome with a feeling of awe, then\nhe was frightened. It was as though he stood on tiptoe\nat the edge of the world and might, at any minute, fall\noff and get lost in that shimmery blueness. But, after a\nsteady gaze, he got his balance. He no longer felt uneasy.\nHe had left this little globe with its two for a nickel\npeople and was wandering through the heavens! Then\nsuddenly, but very quietly and seriously, but confidently,\nhe looked into the eyes of the Great I Am. He saw into\nthe illimitable. Time and Space fell from him like a\nshrouding garment. He grasped at and for a moment\nheld, the Infinite.\nThen he looked away.\nHe had two coins thrust into his hand. Without look-\ning at them he started homeward. When he had gone\ntwo blocks he began fearfully to wonder what was the\nvalue of those coins. \"But, perhaps/' he thought, \"the\nold man was a magician or something and gave me two\npieces of gold.\" He took the money out and by the light\nof the street lamp saw that it was, fifteen cents—but good\nmoney!\nThe night was chill. He walked rapidly, without effort,\nhe seemed to be treading on air.\nShe opened the door for him, saying that his eyes were\nbright, brighter than stars! He only smiled. Their boy\nwas asleep. The man looked at him for a moment and\nfondly realized that he would soon be walking. Then a\nfeeling almost of panic came upon him and he cried to\nhimself: \"I must earn more money.\" . . ,\nTo-day he did better work than for weeks past and to-\nnight he is thinking :\nTha;t old fellow sold me all that for ten cents!\nYet, I had to pay my money before I could see\nanything!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "876", "page_fin": "876", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Jefferson Market Prison", "titre_sommaire": "Jefferson Market Prison", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4530, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4816, "texte": "Jefferson Market Prison\nTV/HAT crimes within these horrid walls\n* * More fierce and vile than those for which\nSociety exiles her hapless ones\nTo this dark place, are done by night\nAgainst these same unfortunates?\nWhy is the velvet night shot\nWith the frenzied screams of tortured women?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "876", "page_fin": "876", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "To be misunderstood by the masses is more disagreeable", "titre_sommaire": "To be misunderstood by the masses is more disagreeable", "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": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4818, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5076, "texte": "To be misunderstood by the masses is more disagreeable\nthan to be understood. If the masses destroy big things they\nare at least sincere, but if they adore them they are lying.\nThe contempt of the masses can convey honor to a man. but\ntheir reverence, never."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "877", "page_fin": "877", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Man and \"Woman\"", "titre_sommaire": "Man and \"Woman\"", "signature_source": "A Commplace Drama by Henry Albert Phillips", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "877", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2937, "texte": "Man and \"Woman\"\nA Commplace Drama by Henry Albert Phillips\nThe characters and those with characteristics only.\nA-Man-with-a-Heart Villian\nA-Girl-called-a-Flirt Heroine\nThe-Person-with-Gold Hero\nPlace: Here and There.\nPeriod: Adaptable, with the requisite change of scenery, to\nhumanity of every age and clime.\nAll intervals saturated with soft, tremulous music.\nACT 1.\n(Scene: Usually a balmy moonlit evening away from\nthe madding crowd.\") ,\nEnds with A-Girl-called-a-Flirt, overwhelmed with\nemotion, in the arms of A-Man-with-a-Heart. For a\nbethrothal gift, he presents her only with a Golden Key—\nto his heart—attached to a rich Neck-Chain, composed\nof the sunshine of his soul. There is a locket, too, on the\nchain, which contains a sparkling ruby-like drop—more\nbeautiful and brilliant than any gem in the world. This\nis his Heart's Life and Happiness.\n\"It is all yours,\" he murmurs.\n\"You also?\" she queries.\nIn the same breath they whisper, \"Oh, Love! Oh,\nHappiness!\"\nACT 2.\n(Scene: Another evening. It is the night of The-\nPerson-with-Gold's grand, glittering ball.)\nBegins in disclosing two figures seated alone in the con-\nservatory, where they can hear the strains of gay music\nand get glimpses of dazzling lights.\n\"It is all mine,\" mutters The-Person-with-Gold, (for\nit is he.)\n\"I also,\" acquiesces A-Girl-called-a-Flirt, (for it is\n\"It\")\nIn the act of embracing her, The-Person-with-Gold\nclumsily tears an ornament from her innocent looking\nbreast. Then, as if by accident, he crushes the object under\nhis foot.\nThere remains only a crumpled mass to gather up, while\nthe Jewel itself cannot be found—only a tiny red spot\nstains the polished flpor.\nIt seems as though \"It\" were about to faint, but the\n\"Person\" produces a gold, sparkling necklace.\n\"It's\" color returns. The accident is forgotten. The\norchestra strikes up a Dream Waltz.\n\"Such Pleasure!\" they both echo at once.\nAs the Person and It pass out, she is almost sure that\nshe hears a sob and sees the figure of a man sink to the\nground.\nThis act ends in a protracted buz-z on the part of\nSociety.\nACT 3.\n(Scene: The world at large.)\nBegins in Misery—Remorse it is called.\n\"It\" has become a woman—but too late.\nThe Person has become a divorcee—hardly soon\nenough.\nThe Man has become a cynic and a skeptic. His heart's\nhappiness gone, life has lost its savor: he believes not in\nvirtue, he trusts not in man and as for woman—he almost\ndespises his mother.\nThe feminine world sympathizes with the man.\nThe masculine world blames the woman.\nSomeone is the guilty one. And the woman?\nWell, she has yet one of two courses to follow: either\nto remain the woman she has become, paying the penalty\nof infidelity in the grim solitude of isolation, with God\nalone left to trust her, or to become a Creature, seeking\nhappiness in gaining a \"Past.\"\nThe end ? Well try to arrange it as you will.\nNo curtain—because the denouement must be ever\nexposed to the World."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "877", "page_fin": "877", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Two Poems by Robert Carlton Brown of Orchid Fame", "titre_sommaire": "Two Poems by Robert Carlton Brown of Orchid Fame", "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": "877", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 2939, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4443, "texte": "Two Poems by Robert Carlton Brown\nof Orchid Fame\nSummer and Geese\nft ER eyes lighted like a child's,\n* * A look of loving all outdoors was in them.\n\"Oh, I was out in snow!\" she cried.\n\"Getting eggs from the woman under the hill.\nAnd there were a dozen geese in her yard\nFlapping and teetering happily on their crooked yellow\nlegs\nAs the snow flakes showered down upon them.*\"\nShe waved her arms with the free movement of wings;\nA gorgeous white bird herself, frolicking with snow\nflakes.\nThe light of loving was in her eyes.\nShe gave me the picture\nAnd I have put it with my treasures\nIn a handy place where I shall find it\nIn the summer\nWhen the geese are gobbling June bugs on the lawn\nAnd smacking their smooth yellow beaks over it.\nI shall find it then and wish for winter\nAnd wonder wistfully if she and I will be sharing\npictures\nWhen again the geese are revelling in the snow.\nThe Rim of the Earth\nIVE me your hand, oh dearest, and -we'll run round the rim\nof the earth drawing oxygen deep into our lungs until\nour cheeks are aflame.\nWe'll laugh and love on the way; clutching at stars, sliding\ndown flaming streaks left by shooting meteors; two children\non a balustrade.\nShouting our joy from bursting throats, kicking off our shoes\nand racing the length of glaciers, our hot feet leaving melted\nspots as we run.\nKicking up the burning sands of deserts, cooling our skin in\nclinging fogs.\nTwo big, free human beings, with our bits in our teeth, tossing\nour heads, shaking free of fettering reins."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "877", "page_fin": "877", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Just One Letter", "titre_sommaire": "Just One Letter", "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": "877", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 4445, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4839, "texte": "Just One Letter\nThere is one letter in the marriage ceremony, the sub-\nstitution of which by another, would induce thousands to\nmarry who are now single, and would give a license for\nunfaithfulness to thousands who are married. Which is\nthe letter? The letter v; for which substitute k, in the\nfollowing sentence—\"so long as ye both do live/' which\nwill then read, \"so long as ye both do like!9"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "878", "page_fin": "878", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "James Whitcomb Ri", "titre_sommaire": "James Whitcomb Ri", "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": "878", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1578, "texte": "James Whitcomb Ri\n\n50MEWHERE in this world there are men living, one with\nus in spirit, who send forth their comforting thoughts in\nour hours of despair and tribulation; who send to the\nthousands whom they will never meet face to face but whose\nexistence they feel, messages of cheer and of good-will.\nFrom time to time news is spread that one of these comforters\nof humanity has passed on to another, to a better world. And\nwe to whom their names mean more than fame or the story\ntold by others, bow our heads before the inevitable ruling of\na higher law. We remember the gifts we have received. The\nhours of happiness. The joy and the elevation that had been\ngiven to us. Our love expands in gratitude; we bless the\nmemory of the man.\nJames Whitcomb Riley died on July 22nd in his home in\nIndianapolis. Indiana honors the greatest of her sons. The\nbody of the poet is laid out instate; the citizens are passing by\nin long procession, doing homage to their Prince of Song.\nBut all the pompous funeral regalia the world can bestow\nupon its cherished deceased does not mean as much as the simple\nman's sincere tear that pays tribute in a thousand eyes to the\nsimple, modest poet.\nRiley's youth and the years of his evolution are vested with\nmystery. Until the last day of his life he led a simple existence\namid humble surroundings. The limelight of glaring publicity\nwas foreign to his kind and secluded nature.\nVerily he was one of the chosen few of whom we do not know\nwhence they come nor where they go, but whose presence we\nfeel as a blessing everlastingly."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "878", "page_fin": "878", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.17.1", "titre_corps": "James Whitcomb Riley", "titre_sommaire": "James Whitcomb Riley", "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": "878", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1580, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1600, "texte": "James Whitcomb Riley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "878", "page_fin": "878", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.17.2", "titre_corps": "Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley and Bill Nye, a hitherto unknown photo.", "titre_sommaire": "Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley and Bill Nye, a hitherto unknown photo.", "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": "878", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 1602, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1676, "texte": "Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley and Bill Nye, a\nhitherto unknown photo."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "879", "page_fin": "879", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "When the Booze is in the Bottle", "titre_sommaire": "When the Booze is in the Bottle", "signature_source": "Reprinted from Bruno's Weekly, Oct. 30th, 1915", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "879", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1773, "texte": "Indiana's Dead Poet\nWhen the Booze is in the Bottle\nReprinted from Bruno's Weekly, Oct. 30th, 1915\nRILEY and Louis B. Chaplin, a Chicago news-\npaper man, were sitting twenty years ago in the\nsmoky barroom of the Dennison Hotel, Indianapolis\nRiley was -not the medal-awarded poet of to-day and Chap-\nlin was a cub on an Indiana newspaper. They were\ndrinking and talking, they were merry and sentimental and\nthey spoke about ambitions and futures which seemed so\ngolden, and about mother and sweetheart far, far away.\nThe bottle was on the table and glasses clinked at the\nnearby bar, drunken voices issued from the street and they\nfelt the intoxicating air of the whiskey-seller's abode.\nThe poet in Riley awoke. With the satyrical pathos\nas only he knew it, he recited the lines inspired by the\nsituation.\n\"Great stuff, great stuff!\" responded the newspaper in-\nstinct of his companion.\nQuick as a flash his pencil was in his hand. He could\nnot find paper and so he scribbled on his cuff in the dim\ngas light. The poet dreamily and suddenly observed that\nhis dictation was being recorded.\n\"Please never write that again,\" he said impatiently. \"I\ndon't remember what I said, but it must have been senti-\nmental and silly.\"\nHis friend promised and kept his promise for twenty\nyears.\nIt was during a similar session some time ago with this\nold Chicago newspaper man. There was the barroom\nand the clinking of glasses and the little tables and the\nsentimental intermission leading to memories far away\nfrom Chicago, far away from a barroom.\nHe was thinking of twenty years ago, of Riley, since\nthen grown to be the poet of the Hoosier State. He rec-\nollected the lines repeated so often since and he recited\nthem again. He never wrote them. He kept his promise."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "879", "page_fin": "879", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "The Poem", "titre_sommaire": "The Poem", "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": "879", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 1775, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2738, "texte": "The Poem\n\\Y/ HEN the booze is in the bottle,\n™ And the bottle's on the bar,\nAnd the seltzer is a-foamin',\nLike an early mornin' star,\nThen it is that one is happy,\nThen it is that one is gay,\nAs he mixes booze and seltzer\nIn a contemplative way.\nSome folks are never happy,\n'Less in a vicious rush,\nBut the sweetest way of livin's\nJust to be in a gentle lush.\nJust to sit and soak and sozzle,\nAs the hours are wearin' on,\nAnd to wrestle with that demon,\nTill the early mornin' dawn.\nAnd to dream in idle fancy\nOf the happy days to come,\nWhen the world shall be one barroom\nAnd the rivers run in rum.\nOh, how sweet it is at midnight,\nWhen the good are all in bed,\nTo get down along the levee,\nAnd to accumulate a \"head.\"\nTo talk of mother dear, and broken hearts\nAnd little eyes of blue,\nAnd finally essay:\nI'd leave my happy home for you.\nWhile through the smoke the barroom lights\nSeem many miles afar,\nAnd the booze is in the bottle\nAnd the bottle's on the bar."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "880", "page_fin": "881", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Henri Gaudier-Brzeska", "titre_sommaire": "Henri Gaudier-Brzeska", "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": 12, "page_imprimee": "880", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4825, "texte": "Henri Gaudier-Brzeska\n\nIN a vigorous, if scarcely beautiful poem, Tennyson\nmaintains stoutly that no biographies of the masters\nshould be written. Nor can it be gainsaid that only too\nmuch writing, in this field, is made up of contemptibly\ntrivial details, the great majority of biographers betraying\nalso a sorry want of literary skill. Nevertheless, the life\nof a fine painter or poet, sculptor or composer, is indeed a\nvery worthy topic for an able pen; and, if it must be\ngranted that the good biographies are few, are they not\namong the most delightful things in all literature? Waiv-\ning Boswell, there is hardly a single page in Lockhart\nwhose incision, or mutilation, would not be matter for\ndeep regret, while a tribute fully as enthusiastic is due to\nMr. Mackail's book on William Morris, and, in the\nwhole of Theophile Gautier's glittering and diverse\nachievements, there are not many items more precious than\nhis little pen-portraits of certain of his contemporaries:\nDominique Ingres and Delacroix, for instance, Jules Vabre\nand Celestin Nanteuil. But the genius of Gautier, the\ntact of Lockhart, the quiet, scolarly style of Mr. Mackail\n—these are conspicuous by their absence from the life of\nthe sculptor, Gaudier-Brzeska, written up by Mr. Ezra\nPound, the volume being a handsome quarto, nicely illus-\ntrated and published by the John Lane Company- Read-\ning this work, there rises the temptation to espouse Ten-\nnyson's attitude towards biographies in general.\nMr. Pound's Failings\nCertainly Mr. Pound does not disclose an undue fond-\nness for trivialities. But nearly every page of his writing\nis slipshod, and what is worse, these pages are sadly dis-\njointed, many of them likewise containing irrelevancies.\nReferring to his personal recollections of Gaudier, the\nwriter tells that details return to him \"ill-assorted, pell-\nmell, in confusion;\" and most other authors, who have\ntraded largely in their personal recollections, must have\nexperienced exactly this difficulty. However, think how\nfinely synthetic are those various charming essays, by Stev-\nenson, in which he handles reminiscences of his childhood\nand recall how infallibly arranged are all Mr. George\nMoore's numerous autobiographical books. It is clear\nthat Stevenson and Mr. Moore, both being true literary\nartists, began by making copious sketches of their matter,\nrejecting the irrelevant, composing the remainder into a\ndefinite whole. But Mr. Pound appears to have begun\nwriting without any definite scheme in his mind, and it\nmay be added, without exaggeration, that some hours are\nrequired to discover just what parts of the book are by the\nbiographer, what parts by Gaudier himself. His letters\nare fairly numerous, while he was author of two critical\nessays, being given furthermore to recording his ideas in\nnote-books; and it might have been a good plan to have\nmade these different things of his the real body of the\nbook, placing them first, and merely supplementing them\nwith a short account of the artists' life along with a criti-\ncal study of his output. Or, on the other hand, it might\nhave served happily to have opened with a biography, giv-\ning next a critical study, then putting all Gaudier's own\nwritings in a properly tabulated appendix, embodying here-\nin moreover an exhaustive list of the sculptor's works.\nWell, as Mr. Pound has preferred to fling things down at\nrandom, it is naturally very difficult to disentangle from\nthe maze the facts of the artist's life. But this arduous\ndisentangling is a task literally incumbent on the critic.\nA Wandering Life\nOne of the most interesting figures in the world of re-\ncent art, Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, was born on the 4th\nof October, 1891, at the village of St. Jean de Braye, in\nLoiret, France. His father was Joseph Gaudier, a car-\npenter, and it would seem that Henri himself, as a boy,\nadded the Brzeska to his parental name, his reason for\nthis action not being revealed. While still in his teens he\nwon a small scholarship, enabling him to leave France and\ngo to London; while next he is found at Orleans, and soon\nafterward he returned to England, there to become a pupil\nat an art school in Bristol. At this institution he won a\nsecond scholarship, funds requisite for travel being ac-\ncordingly placed in his hands; and so he wandered\nthrough Germany for a while, then settling in the Quartier\nLatin in Paris. Up till now his preoccupation had been\nwith painting, not sculpture; but chancing to meet a\nCzech poet, who talked enthusiastically of statuary, Gau-\ndier was inspired to essay it. This was in 1910, and, in\nthe following year, Henri went once more to London,\nwhere he obtained a clerkship, spending only his evenings\nand holidays in the practice and study of art. It is mani-\nfest that he entered alike into practice and study with"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "881", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3719, "texte": "fine zest, for presently he was seriously ill; and he there-\nfore gave up office work, endeavoring to make a liveli-\nhood instead of doing drawings for advertisements. He\nalso designed a poster for Macbeth, while at length he\nbegan to receive occasional commissions for sculpture, with\nthe result that he took a studio, but a very humble one,\nfor it was under a railway arch. Here he continued to\nwork hard, month after month; and, if he had to endure\nmany privations, he was doubtless cheered by the keen in-\nterest taken in him by those English artists who, styling\nthemselves \"Vorticists,\" had for their main rallying-ground\nthe Rebel Art Centre, in Ormonde Street, where they\nconducted a journal with the significant title of Blast.\nMost of these men were wont to show their productions\nat the Allied Artists' Association, and it was at one of the\nexhibitions of that gallant body that Gaudier first met\nMr. Pound; while about the time of this meeting the\nsculptor grew intimate with Mr. Frank Harris, with the\nfine poet, Wilfred Scawen Blunt, with the painters, Hor-\nace Brodzky and Alfred Wolmark and with the\nengraver, Edward Wadsworth. Another good friend to\nGaudier, in these days, was a Mrs. Shakespear, to whom\na number of his best letters were subsequently written\nwhile Epstein used to go, now and then, to the curious\nstudio under the railway arch. But there was yet an-\nother person of note from whom the young sculptor early\nwon generous friendship, Major Haldane Macfall, him-\nself author of a wealth of rare drawings and paintings,\nalthough it is by his sparkling and scholarly writings that\nhe is principally known. Few critics of to-day, perhaps,\nare sounder judges of art than he, few are so quick to\nperceive excellence when it appears in a new, if not ap-\nparently iconoclastic guise. And thus Major Macfall,\nanxious that his Splendid Wayfaring should be finely il-\nlustrated, asked Gaudier to do some drawings for the\nbook, the request being promptly complied with. No rec-\nord of this affair, however, is offered by Mr. Pound; and\nit is through the kindness of Major Macfall, himself,\nthat a few of these illustrations by Gaudier are given in\nthis journal.\nThe End\nThe sculptor left London for his native France soon\nafter the outbreak of the war. He had evaded his duties\nas a conscript, but was pardoned on giving himself up to\nthe military authorities; and entering an infantry regi-\nment, he eventually became a corporal. Seemingly a com-\npetent soldier, he plunged with zest into the great cam-\npaign, being destined, however, to see only a small part\nof it, for he was killed in a charge at Neuville Street,\nVast, on the sth of June, 1915. It is idle to speculate, as\nseveral writers have done, on what he might have achiev-\ned, had a longer lease of years, been vouchsafed to him;\nbecause every artist must be judged by what he did, not\nby what he might have done. Gaudier attained more than\nenough to constitute him memorable. His essay on\nsculpture, actually written in the trenches, denotes him\npossessed of a grandly fearless intellectual independence;\nwhile many of the-letters he wrote during the war are\nexquisitely vivacious, enshrining not only shrewd com-\nments in general, but frequent flashes of exquisite wit.\nA past master of draughtsmanship, often making the most\ntiny pen-strokes wonderfully expressive, he was a sculptor\nwho combined sound scholarship with splendid originality.\nAnd if, at present, he is commonly spoken of as a \"Vorti-\ncist,\" surely this state of affairs will soon change! For\nare not fine artists remembered by their own works and\nonly by their own works? Not by their similarity to any\nof their contemporaries.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "881", "page_fin": "882", "image_debut": 13, "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "Jean Jaures", "titre_sommaire": "Jean Jaures", "signature_source": "On the Anniversary of his assassination ; Conrad Hausmann", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "881", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 3721, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4455, "texte": "Jean Jaures\nOn the Anniversary of his assassination\n\nN the 31st of July, 1914, in that fatal hour in which\nEurope's peace was killed, Jean Jaures was assassin-\nated in Paris by French chauvinism. This was not merely\na tragic incident. Jaures had to be put out of the way\nbefore the war started by that frivolous, criminal spirit,\nwhose life-long enemy he had been and which he had\nhoped to conquer.\nJaures had represented the conscience of France. He\nwas the great adversary of a hopeless and futile war of\nRevenge; he was the patriotic, clear-sighted statesman who\nhad hoped for a great future for France through a final\nseparation from Russian clutches. His campaign for the\ntwo-year conscript bill in the Spring of 1914 in which he"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "882", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1409, "texte": "and the radicals were victorious was looked upon by him\nas the sanction given by the nation to the long-hoped-for\nliberation from the forced alliance with Russia. He con-\nceived it to be the dawn of a new era in the foreign policy\nof France. I know this to be true because he told me so\nexactly two months before his assassination: \"The best\nman we have in France at present is Cailloux. He has\nnot only talent, but a sharp eye, will-power and character.\nThis is the reason that he has everybody against him. With\nClemenceau you cannot enter into politics at all. He is\nalways busy pursuing his own stubborn policy. About\nDelcasse? He is a menace to our foreign relations.\"\nThat was in Basle, and two months later he went to\nParis and there he found that Viviani had closed a com-\npromise with Poincare and that these two, united with\nDelcasse, brought about exactly what Jaures had helped\nto prevent for years a world war.\nJean Jaures was the first victim of a blind, fanatical\npolicy, and, as a member of the French Assembly said on\nthe morning of his assassination: \"The death of Jaures\nis the first defeat for France.\" His glowing, clear-sighted\npatriotism has been missed by his country every day, for\nthe last two years. His loss is irreparable and his death\nremains unavenged.\nThere will come a time when Paris will lead Jaures'\nremains triumphantly into the Pantheon.\n\nConrad Hausmann."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "882", "page_fin": "883", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "The Diary of a Village Idler", "titre_sommaire": "The Diary of a Village Idler", "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": "882", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 1411, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6444, "texte": "The Diary of a Village Idler\nJuly 24th, 1916.\nIhad no reason whatever to move down to the Village.\nI could have stayed in Chicago or I could have gone\nhome for my vacation to the little town where my\nparents must be feeling quite uncomfortable by this\ntime about my adventures in the Latin quarters of Amer-\nica. Virginia wrote to me to come. She said it was the\neasiest thing to be a villager from the very first day, if\none only comes properly prepared. And so I bought a\npink and white striped skirt, a green smock with red and\nblack trimmings, a white tarn o' shanter, big walking shoes\nwithout heels, in quite a manly fashion. Once in New\nYork, I boarded a bus at the Penn. station, which bore\nthe inscription of the Dorado of my destiny: \"Washing-\nton Square.\"\nIt was raining and raining, but I set out with my little\ngrip, which contained outside of my necessities for the\nfirst few days, a box of cigarettes. Virginia had written\n\"You must have cigarettes right from the start. Carry\nthem in a little case in the pocket of your smock.\" Well,\nI set out to hunt for rooms. Next to the famous Garret\nof Bruno, whose door was locked and labelled with the\ninscription: \"If your knock is not answered, please go\naway, as I don't want you.\"—l was not wanted—are\nseveral houses with 'Jto rent\" signs on the door. I rang\na bell at one of these houses and a Frenchwoman opened\nthe door. She looked me over carefully, scrutinized my\nsatchel and asked not very invitingly: \"Do you paint or\nwrite?\" I was tickled to think that this person should\nthink me an artist at first glance and I admitted—really\nI blushed—that I was a newspaperwoman. \"What paper\nare you with?\" was the next query. I wanted to see her\nstudios and I indicated in a rather stern voice that I had\ncome for that purpose only. I climbed several flights of\nstairs and we stepped into a nice large room with three\nwindows facing the Square. The price was not very high\nand I paid one month in advance. She left me alone in\nmy new home. I have a hugh fireplace filled with old\nashes and cigarette stumps. I have a mirror and some\ncarpets and a lot of space to walk, up and down in, and I\nthink I shall be very happy here.\nVirginia had written that all I had to do was to go to\nPolly's and that that would serve as a kind of Village\nbaptism. She also told me to enquire for Jack MacGrath\nwho is the official introducer and \"make-yourself-at-home\"\nman in the Village.\n\"If you can get him friendly towards you,\" she said,\n\"you will know everybody in less than a week. He likes\nto bring out pretty girls and all you have to do is to con-\nvince him that you are quite nice.\" She told me about\na lot of people and I was just crazy to see them all. Vir-\nginia had been my class-mate in College and had spent a\nfew weeks with me in Chicago. She told me everything\nabout everybody in the Village and she described them so\nvividly that I was sure I should be able to pick them out\nin a crowd.\nI fixed my hair in a fashion that could have passed for\n\"bobbed\" and I went out to have dinner at Polly's. I\nfound an old building next to a church surrounded by\nItalian grocery stores and tenement houses.\nIn the backyard of the house, under a tent, were tables\nand chairs and a lot of people talking, laughing and eating.\nNobody paid any attention to me. I felt quite em-\nbarrassed. Finally I decided to take a chair at a table\nwhere a couple of girls and three men were seated. They\nevidently knew each other very well. They did not speak.\nOne of the girls had red hair and red cheeks and they\ncalled her \"Billy.\" One of the men wore a blue shirt\nwith turnover collar and had long hair. He was anxious\nto get food and called at short intervals, with a very deep\nvoice: \"Mike, I say Mike!\" Then Billy asked for a glass\nof water, drank it in one draught and the scene repeated\nitself. I was handed, by a nice girl who could not have\nbeen Polly—because Polly has bobbed hair and this girl\nhad not—a yellow pad and pencil, to write down my name\nand order.\nBilly wanted another glass of water. Mike just arrived\nwith some food for the hungry poet with long hair. I was\nsure he was a poet. My order came and I soon finished,\npaid and went out. I was very much disappointed. I had\nthought that Polly's was a sort of all-world meeting place\nwhere one could talk with another quite informally and\nnow I had eaten a solitary dinner all by myself and had\nnothing else to do but to walk home. I had missed my\nonly chance to make some acquaintances. I strolled\nthrough the park. The rain had ceased some time ago and\na lot of children had come out, playing noisily. The\nbenches were filled with men and women who evidently\nhad no other place to sit in.\nLater in the Night\nI cannot sleep. I went to bed quite early. But this\nconstant noise of the buses and my new surroundings\ndrives me out of bed. I think it novel that I should talk\nto you, little book, because I have no one else, not even,\na book to read. My trunk with my travelling library has\nnot arrived I am in Greenwich Village. What will it"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "883", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1412, "texte": "mean to me? I feel adventurous as never before in my\nlife. I feel a longing for something, but I don't know\nwhat. I would like to do things. I would like to be one\nwith these cigarette smoking women and these men who\nseemed so wrapped up in their own conversation in Polly's\nor in their thoughts that they were silent. I had not\nsmoked there.\nHere is a cigarette. I am lighting it all by myself.\nlam smoking my first cigarette in the Village. The moon-\nlight pours through my windows. The electric lamps in\nthe park glimmer like glow worms among the bushes. A\nyoung couple stop beneath my window. They laugh and\nit sounds so harmoniously that it finds an echo in my heart.\nI'll let it be my first good-night from the Village.\nI know what I'll do. I'll turn in and I'll dream until\nI fall asleep as I did in the Pullman last night, about that\ncity editor of the big paper who gives me a chance and I\nmake good and make the Village my home, not only for\nmy vacation . . . Really what would Miss King in\nthe old Trib in dear Chi say, if I wrote to her that she\nneed not expect me back because I had a much better offer\nfrom the big paper here which I could not refuse. What a\nsilly thing I am! Bill would say I am an ambitious\nphantast! I wonder if Bill misses me . . . ? Good\nNight, dear diary. I'll go over there to that cot with its\nwhite sheets and watch the moon for a while and I'll\ndream. ..."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "883", "page_fin": "883", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.23", "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": 15, "page_imprimee": "883", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 1414, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4904, "texte": "In Our Village\n\nQUITE an astonished face our dear old moon made last\nSunday evening as she passed on her quiet journey\nover our Village and chanced to look down on her old\nplaymate, the fountain on the Square.\nSylphic figures in chiffon and bathing suits were dancing\ngracefully on the once not bus-invaded playground, flitting\nmerrily from tree to tree like nymphs and fauns playing\ntheir eternal game. The old cop on the beat who had just\nturned, comfortably strolling from Bleecker Street, could\nnot believe his eyes seeing those informally clothed figures\nwho had taken possession of the main part of the district\ngiven over to his faithful guidance.\nHe arrived in time to prevent them from jumping over\nthe balustrade and taking a moonlight bath in the fountain.\nHe wasn't rough either. He couldn't be, confronted with\nso much youth and chiffon. He coaxed them paternally\nand he really succeeded.\nHush! Hush! Hush! They disappeared here and there\nand again the Square was deserted, with the solitary cop\nlike a black giant looking contemplatively up at the trees\nor in the sparkling drops of the fountain. The moon\nthrew a few pieces of her silver into the puddle around\nthe fountain and continued on her endless journey. A\nblack cat miaowed a little while, sentimentally, and then\nwalked gravely to a hugh garbage pail on the south side.\nAnd everything was peaceful in the Village.\nMrs. Louise Allison was responsible for the chiffon and\nthe nymphs. Her Sunday evening party in her large\ndimly-lighted studio in the Square was a charming success.\nHere she devolved an entirely new idea to her astonished\nguests. Something should be done for the undertaking\nbusiness in Greenwich Village. Color, rhythym and life\nare added to almost everything in life in these latter days\nof revolutionizing art and only the poor undertakers are\ncondemned to continue in their sombre black. She has a\nunique plan, pleasing to all those concerned, especially\npleasing to the artist—and dead men cannot kick.\nFritz Von Frantius, the Chicago banker and art-lover,\ncame last week to the Village for the first time in his life.\nHe liked the square and agreed that it is about the loveli-\nest spot in dusty old New York.\nVon Frantzius is one of the patrons of the Museum of\nFine Arts in Chicago and it is due to his good judgment\nthat the metropolis of the West is in possession of two\nvery fine specimens of the powerful and weird art. of\nFranz von Stuck. IVIr. Von Frantzius purchased the\nStuck paintings from the German loan exhibition to this\ncountry. His own home in Chicago contains many art\ntreasures and he is known as the friend of artists far out-\nside the boundaries of his own home town.\nWitter Bynner, of Tiger fame, old time resident of the\nSquare, visited his old haunts and refused contrary to\nwhat one might expect from a well-established poet, to\nadmire a peculiarly shaped moon which insisted in aston-\nishing a few villagers who had dined out till late in the\nmorning.\nJack McGrath appeared at Mrs. Allison's Sunday\nparty in the costume of a Greek hero. Heroically Greek\nhe seemed serving punch from a huge bowl; serving it\nwith that distinguished gesture which is his very own.\nWillard Bradley, once upon a time editor of the Green-\nwich Village News, one of the many literary achievements\nthat has come to grief inside the boundaries of the Vil-\nlage, received from the Union Film Company the nice\nsum of $1,200, as he made known to us, for his eight page\nscenario called \"Beloved Imp."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "883", "page_fin": "883", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.23.1", "titre_corps": "On the Square", "titre_sommaire": "On the Square", "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": "883", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 4906, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4919, "texte": "On the Square"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c034", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c034", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "883", "page_fin": "883", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "The world does not accept readily and with open arms", "titre_sommaire": "The world does not accept readily and with open arms", "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": "883", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 4921, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5079, "texte": "The world does not accept readily and with open arms\nprophets of a new creed and apostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their death.\nG. B."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c035", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c035", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "884", "page_fin": "885", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "884", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6334, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\n\nFrank Harris and the N. Y. Times Book Review\n| have received many letters from book reviewers and\nliterary editors from all over, the country, referring to\nmy recent enquiry why the New York Times Book Review\ndid not give some of its space to that singular book of\nFrank Harris, \"Life of Oscar Wilde and His Confes-\nsions.\" They revealed to me that the chance of receiving\nan impartial and honest criticism of a book is almost an\nimpossibility under the prevailing conditions.\nCompare the books reviewed in last Sunday's issue with\nthe advertisements, and you will find that only certain\npublishers are represented in both departments: in the\neditorial and among the advertisers. What chance then\nhas the man who has placed his own imprint upon the title\npage, who has to rely upon his own means of distribution\nand who cannot or will not spend money for advertising?\nNot only is a conspiracy of silence in existence against\ncertain authors but also a more pernicious and even crim-\ninal conspiracy of publicity exists against the public. Books\nare praised and reviewed and consequently bought by the\nreading public, which no honest critic would consider read-\ning through after he had glanced over the first few pages.\nFrank Harris last year wrote his \"Contemporary Por-\ntraits;\" a book, perhaps the first book which brought the\nbest read authors of Europe nearer as humans to the heart\nof America. Mitchell Kennerley published this book.\nIt has been in demand ever since, in fact it is out of print\nat present. It was not only a noteworthy book but one\nwhich filled a long felt want; one which was given two\ncolumns in the London \"Daily Mail.\" The \"Book Re-\nview of the New York Times\" wrote it up in less than a\ndozen lines.\nFrank Harris was \"persona non grata\" for certain poli-\ntical reasons. But where is Mr. Ochs' good judgment\nand where is his justice to his own readers if he permits\nshort-sighted students of publishers advance notice to take\npossession of the pages of his paper, which should be de-\nvoted to serious literary criticism. The loss is not Frank\nHarris' but Mr. Ochs' own readers are the losers. The\nonly purpose of such a Book Review is the enlightenment\nof the reading public. It should serve as a guide among\nnew books.\nAnd how many books do we discover after years of their\nexistence by mere chance, because their publishers did not\nhappen to be advertisers or their authors did not suit the\npolitical attitude of the editor.\nCeterum autem censeo . . . Frank Harris' Oscar\nWilde book should be given space in the Book Review of\nthe New York Times.\nThe Review\nThe Poetry Review (London) prints as a leading\nfeature of its current issue a play presented by Madame\nBernard on the stage of the field theatre. It is written\nby a Frnch Field officer and let us hope that he fe using\nhis sword in a worthier manner for his great cause than\nhe does his pen. The play is a very poor machination de-\nsigned to demonstrate ad oculoSj that war equalizes all\npatriots and that death on the battlefield is the sweetest\nand most desirable achievement in the life of an honorable\nyoung man. The great Sarah might have played it well,\nbut why print such bosh? These concerts and dramatic\nbenefits are greater horrors than the war itself. Why\nnot let the people give their money outright for a good\ncause ? Or should those who are at home get their fill of\ntorture too?\nThe Little Review\nMargaret C. Anderson went a-travelling and this time\nshe took along her Magazine \"The Little Review.\" She\nis in San Francisco and the Review did not need much\ntime to get acclimatized. The Imagist Poets of 1916;\nI mean the different anthologies as exploited in many\njournals by the amicable Amy Lowell, are still spooking\nin its pages, but there are again, as in almost every num-\nber, new names with new things pleasant and less pleasant,\nand The Little Review deserves its well-earned place on\nthe reading table or still better, in your pocket, until you\nhave finished the issue.\nPoetry\nHarriet Monroe, Dean of American Poetry explorers,\nenlightens the readers of her sheet this month how not to\naward poetry prizes and how not to conduct poetry con-\ntests. She registers quite a kick against The Poetry So-\nciety in New York, whose annual dinner she attended dur-\ning her last stay in the metropolis. But why not\nacknowledge frankly that this venerable body of self-\ncrowned poets is only one of the many mutual-admiration\nsocieties, as they may be found galore among our so-called\nintellectuals. A real Poet, I mean one by the Grace of\nGod, would not and could not enter a union of artisans,\nat their best. He would not even submit his poems to the\nvarious centres of so-called Poetry, founded and supported\nby nice, old middle-aged ladies of both sexes who believe\nthemselves poetesses, or at least wish other people to make\nthem believe they are.\nAmerican poets, and there are some among us, are sleep-\ning at present on park benches, and you can find one every\nmidnight in Fleischman's breadline! Benches are hard\nresting places and Fleischman's bread line is not the most\npleasant place to get one's grub, but there are checks forth-\ncoming from certain poetry centres which have a sour\ntaste . . . they are tainted by prostitution.\nThe Egoist, London\nThis excellent journal, the only one from English shores\nat present bearing the stigma of the big times Europe is\npassing through has of late somehow changed radically in\nits contents. Not in its excellence, but the idealism which\none could read between the lines of its page has given\nway to a bit of philosophy of hopelessness, and then there\nis Mr. Ezra Pound again among the contributors and that\nmight have something to do with it. Richard Aldington,\nthe assistant editor, is doing military service and his \"A\nsolemn Dialogue\" in the current issue expresses very little\nmartial enthusiasm, but some very clear views of what\nmilitary service means to the individual: slavery.\nThe Chimera\nWilliam Rose Benet is the editor of this new magazine,\nwhose second number shows very little difference from all\nthe other new poetry magazines designed to bless us\nmonthly. There is that erotic poetess, Helen Hoyt, and\nthat idealist, Marian Moore, then the flock of Mr.\nKreymborg almost in a body and a few of Miss Monroe's\nprotegees."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "885", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 496, "texte": "Alfred Kreymborg's \"Magazine of the New Verse\"\nhas four associate editors and its twenty contributors\nmake the July issue quite a little volume. \"Everybody's\ndoing it . . .\" : saying something about something else\nin a different way, broken up in lines, creating the form\nof printed poetry. Kreymborg's poem \"Dawns\" is good\nand reminds us very much of that Kreymborg of two years\nago, who was a poet, not a champion of poets and not a\npublisher of the new verse of others."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c036", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c036", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "885", "page_fin": "885", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.25.1", "titre_corps": "Others", "titre_sommaire": "Others", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "885", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 22, "texte": "Others"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c037", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c037", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "885", "page_fin": "885", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.26", "titre_corps": "I.", "titre_sommaire": "I.", "signature_source": "Ernest Dowson", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "885", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 498, "fin_caractere_exclue": 993, "texte": "After Paul Verlaine\nI.\nBy Ernest Dowson\nII pleut doucement sur la ville.\nRimbaud\n\\/RARS fall within mine heart,\nAs rain upon the town:\nWhence does this languor start,\nPossessing all mine heart?\nO sweet fall of the rain\nUpon the earth and roofs!\nUnto an heart in pain,\nO music of the rain!\nTears that have no reason\nFall in my sorry heart:\nWhat! there was no treason?\nThis grief hath no reason.\nNay! the more desolate,\nBecause, I know not why,\n(Neither for love nor hate)\n.Mine heart is desolate."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c038", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c038", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "885", "page_fin": "885", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.27", "titre_corps": "A Fable from Washington Square", "titre_sommaire": "A Fable from Washington Square", "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": 17, "page_imprimee": "885", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 995, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2360, "texte": "A Fable from Washington Square\nJames Waldo Fawcett.\nA T the bottom of the little green rubbish can lay a\nbeautiful diamond. It had slipped out of the en-\ngagement ring which had passed between two lovers and\nwas now quite lost in the ebony depths of this strange\ncavity. The jewel knew its value and significance, and\nit tried valiantly to attract the attention of passersby. It\nflashed long, clear streamers of white light into the face\nof the sun each time the can was emptied. But those who\nperformed this service were blind, and did not see.\nIt confided its difficulties to the can itself and, although\nthe can tried to explain to the passing throng, its voice\nwas weak, and it failed.\nBut one day a little dead bird was thrown into the\ncan, and the soul of the bird heard the story. \"What a\nwonderful thing,\" it cried. \"I may still be useful in\nthe world!\"\nDays passed and the little bird withered and' dried under\nthe summer sun. Then, one day, a voice rang out beside\nthe green rubbish can.\n\"Here, Sam!\" it called. \"Here's one that needs a\nthorough cleaning. * It's dreadful!\"\nThe inspector, whose voice this was, went away. And\nso the diamond was found again. It did not come into\nthe hands of those who had lost it. But in the family\nof Sam Coronelli it was brought into service again.\nAnd service, as I have hoped to show, is the delight of\ncommon things."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c040", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c040", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "886", "page_fin": "886", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.29", "titre_corps": "Jean", "titre_sommaire": "Jean", "signature_source": "Orrick Johns", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "886", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 347, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4490, "texte": "Jean\nBy Orrick Johns\nWHEN they passed the corners she spoke to almost\neverybody. At the drug-store she asked him to\nwait outside. Presently she came back and pulled him in.\nThe druggist gave them both ice cream. She leaned over\nto Martin. \"You don't have to pay,\" she said; \"I do\nthings for him sometimes. He's real nice.\" Neither of\nthem said another word while they ate the ice cream.\nShe led him through the streets to the picture show,\nand when they got there she hesitated. Martin thought\nshe was angry about something. \"Are you going to buy\nthe tickets?\" she said. He answered, \"No, you know\nwhy? Because you don't want to go.\" He thought he\nought to walk away fast and leave her where she was.\nShe could get the rich druggist to take her home. \"I'd\nrather walk,\" she said, standing on tiptoe and poking her\nchin out to him, \"let's just walk.\" He felt as he did when\nhe saw something good to eat lying on a table, and could\njust take it and nobody would know. As they walked\nalong she took his arm and said: \"Can I have the dime\nyou were going to buy the tickets with?\" He said, \"Sure,\"\nand handed it to her. She took it and said, \"Thanks,\"\nand then said, \"Now you'll never say 'sure' in that mean\nway again, because I won't stand it. I'm not like the\nrest of my family.\"\nThey came to a bakery box sitting against the wall on\nthe sidewalk, and she asked him to sit down with her.\nMartin saw the same things she did, but he would have\nthought he was a fool if he talked about them so much.\n\"I like to watch people and a girl can't at night when\nit's better, because the men are with them,\" she said. \"I\nhate to see women alone.\" She picked up his hand and\nsaid it scratched her, it was so rough. He felt like he\nought to hold her's until after she wanted to let go, but\nhe was afraid to. \"You ought to get rich, Martin, she\nsaid, \"but none of my family will. Maybe I'll marry\nriches.\"\nThey were beginning to feel the cold and presently she\nsaid, \"Let's go home, because I want to tell you some-\nthing.\" As they passed the picture show again, she stopped\nand looked square at him and told him: \"I didn't want to\ngo in there, but I wanted to go out. The druggist didn't\ngive me the ice cream; I bought it and asked you for the\ndime, because a gentleman should always treat a lady.\nSo now, if you're mad, you can go home to your old\nmother; she's sulky enough.\" Martin wanted to hit her,\nbut the next instant she grabbed hold of his arm and\npinched it and was saying for him not to be a fool like so\nmany boys were. She added, \"I couldn't tell you about\nthe ice cream unless I was walking. I always have to\nwalk when there's something on my soul.\"\nShe told him she was eighteen and would never work\nin a factory after her father died, and she hated the drug-\ngist because he once told her she was pretty, and everybody\nknew he was a liar. She said she loved to get up early\nin the morning and dress, and that she loved to dress, all\nexcept shoes, and that some day she would never wear\nshoes again—she would just forget them. Martin thought\nit was funny she had not been born a boy, and that it\nwould be nice to have money, because she might look\nbetter in a new dress. When he asked to come to see her,\nshe said sometimes she cried and he had better bring a\nbucket along.\nShe did Mrs. Hupp's work all the time after that. The\nold woman went on about it, but Martin never said any-\nthing to her at all. It was a great comfort to have things\npretty and clean and find supper on the fire when he came\nin. He always used to hold the door open a little too\nlong, no matter how cold it was, because he was a fresh-\nair crank. Sometimes he would see the girl and his mother\ntogether. He thought Jean was like lightning, she was so\nquick about doing things. When she aad his mother spoke\nto each other they almost always seemed mad. Jean would\nstop in the middle of her work while they looked hard\ninto each other's eyes, as though it were a trial of strength.\nBut sometimes she just went on like she had not heard\nMrs. Hupp speak. And the old woman followed the girl\naround with her sharp glances, which never seemed to miss\nlooking at everything."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c041", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c041", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "886", "page_fin": "886", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.30", "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": 18, "page_imprimee": "886", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 4492, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4833, "texte": "Read FRANK HARRIS' \"LIFE OF OSCAR\nff\nWrite for the prospectus which will be mailed to you free of charge by Frank Harris, 3 Washington Square, New York City\nEdith Haynes Thompson\nHER SHOP\nContaining Many Quaint and Beautiful Things\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE SOUTH\nHours: 1 to 5.30 P. M.\nj. 112. McCarthy\nPAINTINGS AND\nANTIQUES\n30 WEST 46th STREET"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c042", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c042", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[887]", "page_fin": "[887]", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.31", "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": 19, "page_imprimee": "[887]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 141, "texte": "HOTEL BREVOORT CAFE LAFAYETTE\n■ .. .. „ , . ... - *\nFifth Avenue _ . iinnwemtir Pte®®\nRA^\n.\nThe Two French Hotels and Restaurants of New York"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c043", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c043", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[887]", "page_fin": "[887]", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.32", "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": 19, "page_imprimee": "[887]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 143, "fin_caractere_exclue": 319, "texte": "G ON F ARONE'S\n40 Wert Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. Henry, speaking of Gonfarone's in one of his\nunexcelled Greenwich Village Stories."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c044", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c044", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[887]", "page_fin": "[887]", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.33", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[887]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 321, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1006, "texte": "Greenwich Village Inn\n. ' • A • •• • J - * I V* * . * \" - v* v\n(Polly's)\nBetween Washington Sq. & 6th Ave.\nService a la Carte\nOutdoor Dining Room\nFrom the making of a lamp to the creation of a\nperiod room there is a right and a wroag\nway. The problems of your own house may be\nanswered by consulting\nANTON HELLMAN\n80 West Washington Square\nSpring 6340\nFlorence Gough has designed children's play\nfrocks and kiddies rompers for vacation Wear.\nPAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. Y.\nPhone Spring 23\nArtistic Cushions\nIncluding wool embroidery. Unique and original\ndesigns in patchwork. Cushions made to order.\nCall or write Sessers Studio Co., 82 Washington\nPL, N. Y. Spring 1076."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c045", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c045", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[887]", "page_fin": "[887]", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.34", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[887]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 1008, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1595, "texte": "- WANTED you to know that at -60 Washington\nSquare South is located\nTHE VILLAGE STORE\nWhere one may see on-display many odd pieces\nof Brasses* Pottery, Furniture and Souvenirs.\nHours 10.30 till 6 p. m. Saturdays 10 p. m.\nT. D. Cox\nStationery and News Shop\nCirculating Library\n68 Washington Place, N. Y.\nJUDSON TAILOR SHOP\n51 Washington Sq.\nAll kinds of tailoring work neatly done. Dry\ncleaning of Ladies9 Suits, Gowns, Wraps, etc.,\na specialty.\n'Phone 5360 Spring\n'Phone Spring 3922\nTHE DUTCH OVEN\n135 MacDougal Street\nnear Washington Sq.\nOpen Air Dining Room\nHome Cooking\nLuncheon Tea D"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c046", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c046", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.35", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 341, "texte": "Rare Books\nFirst Editions\nExtra BhUwhd Boofca. Early Prmtod Boo&a. AmdiiiM Bcaka. Book* for Ckribtmais Calls*\nPwrdheeed tiaglf or k aala for peopk who km MStkar Hbm nor opportwtity to salsci lor tkiMiaanlhraii.\nor lor tkoaa wbo tsave not access to tka kast book marts. Wky aol kaflt cdhtfag bow?\nAddress, E. V. Boston Transact, Boston, Mass."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c047", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c047", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.36", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 343, "fin_caractere_exclue": 477, "texte": "Far Hmm% ApmtamtU or Rooma, Sm\nPEPE &\nREAL ESTATE AND\nTdbphao* 41 If Sptmg\nBRO.\nINSURANCE\n40 So. WwlfajtMl SfBM\nCm. of KUcPanal Sfciii"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c048", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c048", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.37", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 479, "fin_caractere_exclue": 651, "texte": "Bmng m fc«ek\nIN WHICH\nw* My just what w» thnk. PeklMwd iwy amrth by Www Pml GdU« «k 171 Wilton Avenue\nin Datrnt, it is a Side keek wskpMly Sftatfrafod. Write for wapk cepy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c049", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c049", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.38", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 653, "fin_caractere_exclue": 832, "texte": "I BUY BOOKS\nSmgle TohamM, small lots, ami SMm; aatograph Icttm of kmowm Wtmmrj\nrn&to, drawings, pfctnra* audi nmpashp Addra»\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Car* mi Bnmese Wwfclj, 58 Wasfciaglee Sq."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-07-29-01-c050", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c050", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.39", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 834, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1223, "texte": "ROSSI BROTHERS\nSS WMbsbgton Sqwr«\nUndciBMlb dn 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-1916-07-29-01-c051", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01#c051", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-07-29_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[888]", "page_fin": "[888]", "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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.2.40", "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": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 1225, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1622, "texte": "Titer® can be no pleasanter place to bear that remarkable\nEdison Record N«nber (82536) tban\nTHE DIAMOND DISC SHOP\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the deiightfnl atmmphere of Old Greenwich Village has not Vwa \"fifrftrrHI\non the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring yon, with oar roimplihmiMilii,\nan interesting little biography of Mr. Tbos. 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=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET ON\nWASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents July 29th, 1916\nW. & G.\n\nPrisecillia Alden Delano"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[870]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.2", "texte": "t\nCopyright by Guido Bruna, July 29th, 1916. Original matte*,\nittdodiitg alt drawing*, may not b« reproduced without permitfiott\nof Guido Bruno; but that permiwto« may be aHumed U credit\nto author and Bruno's Weekly.\nOne Hundred Dollars for the\nStory of Your Marriage\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 nofi\nus£ your name if you do not wish us to do so.\n■: '\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,\n53 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": "[871]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 7\nJULY 29th, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916. by Guido Bruno\n\nTo James Whitcomb Riley\nWilliam Lightfoot Visscher\nI LEY, Poet, rich in fancies\nAdept in the necromancies\nOf the spells that charm the soul;\nAh how deft you touch the heart-strings\nPlaying strains of songs that Love sings,\nIn the haunts where lovers stroll\nRiley, you have made the \"Hoosier\"\nGrander than a Prince of Prussia\nIn the halls where nobles dance;\nYou have charted all the ocean\nOf the rustic's deep emotion;\nMade of common-place, Romance.\nOh! Deqr Riley, 'tis a sorrow\nThat you may not have to-morrow\nFor the uses of your pen;\nThat you may not write as yester;\nIndiana's strong, true Nestor,\nGreatest of her gifted men.\n\nPermanent Peace: Is It a Dream?\nBy Sadakichi Hartmann\nhas strolled through the palace of Ver-\nsailles, through the endless picture galleries, one\nsuite of roqms following the other, filled with nothing but\nbattle paintings and military scenes, mostly of enormous\nsize and mediocre workmanship, must have felt weary and\namazed, a dull sort of Irritation and indignation, at this\nwaste of effort and this persistent glorification of warfare.\nBut a sojourn in Berlin proves even more nauseating in\nthis respect. On every square, at the end of every thor-\noughfare looms some soldier monument, equestrian figure,\nvictory column.; entire avenues are flanked with portrait\nstatues of former war heroes, as if the population were\ndevoted exclusively to the worship of Mars and Bellona.\nEven we, an unmilitary though not necessarily more\npeace-loving nation (we have a record of eighteen wars\nand disturbances), insist on dotting out parks and squares\nwith hard bronze statues of military men, while poets,\nscientists, statesmen and philanthropists are thrown in only\noccasionally for good measure.\nThere is something strangely inconsistent about this\nhomage to fighting men, when we consider the troubled\ntimes of the past whenever violence became a necessity\nand joy over victories was mingled with sorrow and suf-\nfering. It seems that the fascination is primarily one of\nthe senses. We all are fond of show and parades, bunting\nand flags, brass band and shouting, the excitement of the\ncrowd. The accentuated measures of march music and\npatriotic airs affect us like some physical stimulant; and\nthere is something irresistible in a man in uniform to\nwomen, which even Bourgot could not explain. As for\nactual service! It is not fancied quite as much. How\nmany of our German population have left home and\nfatherland to evade compulsory service! Still, there seem\nto be at all times plenty of young men who fancy an ad-\nventurous existence, and prefer to be provided for instead\nof trying to make their own career. For her colonial war-\nfare Great Britain has no difficulty in recruiting a suffi-\ncient number of volunteers, and there is no gainsay that\nTommy Atkins is the genuine soldier, by entering the\nservice voluntarily and regarding it as a regular profession,\nand that there is something fascinating, wild and strange\nin the pursuit. American recruiting is less successful\nbecause it lacks the glamor, change and excitement of\nBritish service.\nYet no man, and woman still less, in times of peace,\nreasoning logically, would deny that war is a terrible\ncalamity. There they lie in trenches opposite each other,\ntheir feet in mud, exposed to rain, heat and cold, fed like\nSpartans, shooting away at some unknown opponent and\nshot at again in return, frequently killed or maimed for\nlife without having seen the enemy. What are their\nthoughts during the long nightwatches lit up only with\nsearchlights, rockets and fiery shells?\nThey have no interest at stake in this mole work, no\ncause at issue in these endless attacks and counter attacks,\nno passion or hatred to gratify. They are mostly men\nfrom the ordinary walks of life, torn away from their\nhumble vocations, forced to leave their family, women,\nold folks and children, to shift for themselves. They are\nsummoned to the fields by the authorities and now set their\nhearts against bayonets and by command press madly to\nsome battery's blazing tier.\nIs there anything more unjust than to have women\ngive life to male offspring, to rear them to manhood,\nmerely to see them march away to be killed from afar\njust as if they were cattle raised for the slaughter house.\nAnd what atones for the mother's agony, for starva-\ntion and destitution, for homes destroyed by shell and\nfire, for children sent adrift and outraged daughters?\nBut is it not all for the glory of the nation, for the\ndefense of the flag, for the protection of the home, for\nself preservation, liberty, safety, future welfare? So they\nare told, and the name of the dead soldier is used to\nglorify the bloody deeds of war, that others may follow\nwithout questioning.\nWhy are wars fought? There are now eleven coun-\ntries engaged in war, more may be drawn into it at any\nmoment.\nCan any layman discern and explain the different\nsources from whence the present events have taken rise?\nThe Germans are said to fight for their country, for the\ndefeat of Pan Slavism, the Allies for self preservation,\nto subdue German militarism. One could just as well"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "872", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nassert that they fight for the control of China. And so\neach nation claims to have been forced into it and to fight\nfor the right, while they compete in reality for commercial\nsupremacy. War is the logical result of eager competition.\nWhenever a nation is becoming too powerful, and en-\ndangering the money and trade interests of other countries,\na declaration of war is brought about, to balance matters\nand to stop progress, momentarily at least, where it is not\nwanted. Goods made in Germany have been too success-\nful not to arouse envy. In a few years the scale of events\nmay turn, and they may be all fighting Russia. Just as\nJapan will be engaged in a prolonged series of wars in\nthe East. Japan needs trade expansion as acutely as its\ndaily rations of fish and rice. So does China, Siam, Nepal\nand the various dependencies, but Japan is best prepared\nto exert itself, it wants to reap the harvest and will not\nmind a few campaigns of conquest if seriously opposed.\nWars are invariably fought for strictly material reasons.\nIt is claimed that wars are no longer possible for pure\npurposes of conquest, or the gratification of the whims of\nsome potentate. Is there such a great difference between\nkings and ruling parties, between conquest and trade or\ncolonial expansion? Only the pretext has been changed.\nAlthough humanity is sodden with the pursuit of gain,\na population might not be quite as obedient about going\nto war, if the reasons urged made not some direct appeal\nto humanitarian sentiment. There must be a pretext, in\nthe form of an ethical excuse. As to the real cause the\nmasses remain in the dark. It is secret history. War is\narranged in financial circles with the co-operation of the\nmilitary party and international diplomacy. The money\ninterests are in the hands of the few, thus it is capitalism\nthat instigates war, just as the Church and Imperialism\nin former centuries. The casus belli, like the assassination\nof the Austrian archduke, at Serajevo, the Ems despatch,\nthe firing in Fort Sumter, the blowing up of the Maine,\nis never more than an incident. The honor of a nation\ndoes not allow such or such a thing to occur, war agitation\nhas generally preceded it, so it is easy when\nthe moment is ripe to stir up war sentiment and to conceal\nthe real cause, which often originates from no purer source\nthan human passions and selfish motives.\nThe crusaders marched to Palestine, no doubt, many\nof them with true religious fanaticism. It had been arti-\nficially aroused. It furnished the pretext, to put an end to\noccasional Christian massacres and to regain the possession\nof the Sepulchre. But the real motive of pontiff and\nprinces was to oppose the progress of the Ottomans and to\nenrich themselves, in short an invasion of conquest and\naggrandisement.\nEven in wars of independence, it can hardly be that\nwar is forced upon a country. If abuses in a dependency\nexist and continue, become insufferable, if there is no re-\ndress, then the oppressed community is forced to organize\nits power for defense in such a way as is most likely to\nsecure its safety and happiness for the future. Un-\ndoubtedly, but the causes are strictly material and flow\nfrom sources troubled by both parties. The outbreak was\nthe result of preceding periods of incubation and evolu-\ntion. The English from modest demands in the beginning\nwidened their program of exploitation more boldly and\nshamelessly every year. The more powerful party is\nalways destined to play the part of the usurper. We, on\nthe other hand, conceived the necessity of changes, mod-\nerate at first, but gradually desired for more thorough and\ndeeper changes. Humble remonstrances changed into\nrevolutionary demands. It was impossible to remain in-\ndifferent. Little by little the majority was imbued with\nthe spirit of revolt, and the result was war.\nAnd the cause of our secession war! Freedom for the\nslaves was the avowed object of the abolitionist agitation,\nwhile beneath it lurked an unusually vehement party\nstrife of politicians. The South had been the most power-\nful factor in politics. The Northern party leaders coveted\nthis same power. The discontent over the supposed ad-\nvantages the South derived from the maintenance of\nslavery also did not help matters. Decked out with\nhumanitarian appeals abolition was made the ostensible\nissue. The Secessionists resented this and advocated dis-\nunion. Through the Missouri Compromise the States\nwere geographically divided, and the long threatened out-\nbreak finally came because both parties (not the masses)\ncould not restrain themselves any longer. The trouble\nhad been brewing for forty years.\nWas Pacific abolition an absolute impossibility? Even\n\"barbaric\" Russia in 1857 accomplished the liberation of\nthe serfs in a peaceful manner. Was it done for the sake\nof humanitarian principles? Hardly. It was the dread\nof a violent peasant uprising. There had been so many\npeasant insurrections that it was thought wisest to make\nthe sacrifice. In Russia it was the nobility, a small\nminority, versus the entire farming population, while here\nwere two parties, equally unprepared and equally resource-\nful. Both parties felt too strong to make any concessions.\nThe inevitable result was war.\nIf it is true that the hostilities of nations are prompted\nby material contrivances, each war should prove its\neconomic justification. This seems to be difficult to be-\nlieve, when we consider the enormous war loans and the\ndecline of exports. Take the case of any of the belligerent\ncountries. Each country has been selling to all the coun-\ntries she is fighting. The idea that a nation could possibly\ngain foreign trade by fighting some of her biggest cus-\ntomers, cutting off a considerable percentage of its business\nseems to be visionary. But it works merely like an in-\nvestment on a gigantic scale. The momentary losses and\nthe expenditure represent the investment. War means\nto the victor new openings and opportunities to increase\nnational wealth and prestige. To lose the war is the\nrisk that is run. But even vanquished nations, if not\nentirely annihilated and annexed, have a wonderful re-\ncuperating power. Look at France after the Franco\nGerman war, with its World's Exposition in 1878.\nThe individual is only indirectly a beneficiary. But the\nstrengthening, development, expansion of the material re-\nsources of a nation can not be censured as being a guilty\nor vain ambition. What would have happened if we had\nlost the Independence war. Another war and another\nwar until we had bought our freedom by roll of cannon\nand clash of arms. It is now a proposition so remote that\nit is difficult even to imagine it. But we are proud that\nit has happened and consider it worth all the sacrifices\nthat were made for it. And there lies the deep rooted\ntrouble, if a victorious nation is a beneficiary, the chances\nfor a world's peace become very nebulous indeed.\nBut the human mind is obstinate, if there must be wars"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "873", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(To be continued)\n\nas there apparently have to be and the individual can do\nnothing to prevent them, it insists at least on \"civilized\nwarfare.\" By this is meant Red Cross service and relief\nfunds, a more rational treatment of war prisoners, the\nregulation of shipping, the safety of neutrals, armistices\nto bury the dead, the prohibition of sacking evacuated\ntowns, of killing the wounded and firing on civilians, and\nall those principles that have been decided upon at the\nGeneva Conventions to regulate the conduct of an army\nduring war and that are supposed somewhat to ameloriate\nevils. It is of no avail. Civilized warfare is a paradox.\nWarfare, premedidated wholesale slaughter can not be\ncivilized. To send battle ships with their entire crew to\nthe bottom of the sea, to sacrifice an entire regiment in\nstorming an entrenchment, without any special purpose,\nto have it retaken by the enemy on the morrow, to bom-\nbard towns and to fight big battles where the casualties\nrun into the hundred thousands are in the words of Vol-\ntaire not the work of God but of the devil, some sinister\nSiwa bent on cruel, merciless destruction. There is no\ndiffrence whether one is clubbed down with a morning\nstar and pierced by a halberd, or torn to pieces by shrapnel\nand throttled by asphyxiating gas. One is as barbarous\nas the other. Only modern war has become more scien-\ntifically cruel. The mucular strength has dwindled down\nto naught.\nAs for atrocites: atrocites, acts of savagery, cross viola-\ntions of rules have occurred in every war, and non-com-\nbatants in invaded territories are naturally the scapegoats.\nBut war in itself is such an outrage and atrocity that all\nminor incidents of executions and the killing of neutrals\nseem trivial beside it. The writer was brought up on\natrocity tales of horrible mutilations of wounded and dead\nsupposed to have been perpetuated by Zouaves and Turcos\non the Franco-German battle fields. It is more than likely\nthat they were not tales but approximately the truth.\nSociety, even by the infliction of the death penalty, can not\nabolish murder. ■ How then can one expect that, when\nmen are sent deliberately to slaughter each other, some\nwill not give full vent to their latent murderous instincts\nand commit heinous crimes just for the sake of committing\nthem, and even gloat over their bloody deeds. But do\nnot blame the offender, the commanding officer or even\nthe nation too harshly, blame the cause and not the effect.\nOf course, if it comes to methods of warfare that violate\nthe rights of neutrals, it certainly is proper to demand their\ndiscontinuance. Still, if a nation is in sole possession of\nan effective instrument of destruction that constitutes one\nof its most powerful and successful weapons, it will surely\nnot be abandoned as long as the particular war lasts in\nwhich it was first introduced. Wars are fought to do as\nmuch damage as possible. The more fatal a weapon is\nthe better it serves the purpose. That such instruments\nwill be denounced as inhuman by those against whom they\nare employed is only natural. But as long as Zeppelins\nand submarines were not in operation when the existing in-\nternational agreements that should govern war were made,\nany new rules pertaining to them can not be decided upon\nbefore the end of the war. Protests of course can be made\nbut they can be settled only diplomatically unless the in-\n\" jured nation also wishes to enter a state of war with the\noffender.\n\nSadakichi Hartmann\n\nHow England Helped the Southern\nConfederacy\nTHE recent efforts of English capitalists to create a\nboom in Confederate bonds has led to additional\nrevelations concerning the assistance given by English\ncapitalists to the Southern States in the War of Seces-\nsion. The manner in which these English bondholders\nhope to realize at least a portion of the millions sterling\nwhich they advanced in order to dismember the\nUnited States to induce the Southern States to\npetition the United States Government to transfer\nto the bond holders the unappropriated balance of the\nAlabama award, and of the larger amount of money re-\nceived from cotton seizures in the South during the war.\nIt is thought by them that ten millions of dollars are\nlying idle in the treasury at Washington. This would\nbe thirteen or fourteen million dollars, or about one third\nof the amount they would be satisfied with as a settle-\nment. The amount of the Confederate debt is said to be\nfour hundred million dollars. It is mostly held in Europe.\nHow much of this the syndicate *will be able to gather in\nremains to be seen. At any rate, the syndicate, if suc-\ncessful, will reap a vast reward for their outlay.\nIt is needless to say that such a scheme will never be\nsuccessful and that it will only be resorted to as a for-\nlorn hope on the part of those English capitalists who\nfoolishly parted with their pounds sterling in order to grat-"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "874", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nify their prejudice against the Republic, and with the hope\nthat the success of the Southern Confederacy would be\nthe death knell to a united Republic on this continent.\nIn this instance, however, John Bull reckoned without\nhis host, and now that his hatred of democracy has cost\nhim millions of pounds, we hope he will be made even\nmore miserable by the reflection that not a single six-pence\nwill ever find its way back into an Englishman's pocket.\nMr. Ivan C. Michels, a Russian gentleman well in-\nformed on the transactions between the late Confederacy\nand European powers, furnishes a list of the names of\nsome of the holders of the Confederate cotton loan bonds.\nMr. Michels says that these were the actual losses,\nmoneys paid by each individual, but the amount of Con-\nfederate bonds they received in return amounted to several\nmillion dollars. He obtained the information through his\nLondon correspondent. Mr. Michels thinks the zeal of\nthe London Times is best understood and explained by\nthe contributions of Messrs. M. B. Sampson and John\nThadeus Delane, editors of the newspaper, as one parted\nwith fifteen thousand pounds of his wealth, and the other\ncontributed to the lost cause to the extent of ten thou-\nsand pounds. The following is the list referred to:\nLbs.\nSir Henry de Hington, Bart 180,000\nIsaac Campbell & Co 150,000\nThomas Sterling Begley. . 140,000\nMarquis of Bath 50,000\nJames Spence 50,000\nBeresford Hope 50,000\nGeorge Edward Seymour 40,000\nCharles Joice & Co 40,000\nMessrs. Ferace 30,000\nAlexander Collie & Co 20,000\nFleetwood, Polen, Wilson & Schuster, Direc-\ntors of Union Bank of London, together 20,000\nW. S. Lindsay . 20,000\nSir Coutts Lindsay, Bart 20,000\nJohn Laced, M. P. from Birkenhead 20,000\nM. B. Sampson, Editor of Times 15,000\nJohn Thadeus Delane, Editor of Times.... 10,000\nLady Georgiana Time, Sister of Lord West-\nmoreland 10,000\nJ. S. Gillet, Director of the Bank of\nEngland 10,000\nD. Forbes Campbell 8.000\nGeorge Peacock, M. P 5,000\nLord Warncliff 5,000\nW. H. Gregoty, M. P 4,000\nW. J. Rideout, London Morning Post.... 4,000\nEdward Ackroyd 1,000\nLord Campbell 1,000\nLord Donoughmore 1,000\nLord Richard Grosvenor\nHon. Evelyn Ashley, Priv. Sec. to Lord\nPalmerton 500\nRight Hon. W. E. Gladstone. 20,000\nTotal Losses 898,000\nThe foregoing figures exhibit the startling fact that the\ntwenty-nine individuals who thus opened their purses for\nthe perfidious purpose of pulling down the Stars and\nStripes of this great Republic lost no less a sum than $1,-\n490,000 by their insane investment. We have heard of\nmany \"wild cat\" schemes, but assuredly John Bull was\nbadly gored by the Southern ox when he undertook to sup-\nport the Southern cause in order to help destroy this Re-\npublic.\nMuch interest is manifested in this matter as to what\nsentiment is held by the Southern people themselves re-\ngarding this new movement to place the English bought\nSouthern bonds in such a position as to, at least partially,\nrecoup the English investors therein. If we are to judge\nof the people of the Southern States by the sentiments\nadvanced by Judge Lochrane, of Georgia, when asked re-\ncently his opinion upon this momentous question, the\nJudge was very candid in giving his\" opinion, which we\nannex:\n\"The idea of the States paying the Confederate War\ndebt, which, like slavery, was abolished by the fall of the\nConfederacy, is absurd, and to discuss it would be giving\ndignity to absurd nonsense, except that the movement\nseems to have respectable names connected with it.\n\"It may be that distinguished attorneys have given ab-\nstract opinions as to the present validity of the debt, but\nsuch attorneys could not earn their bread in Georgia.\"\nHe adds: \"But to add to all this trash the threat that the\nbonds issued by the Confederacy shall not be paid by the\nSouthern States, or else English capital will be withheld\nfrom Southern enterprises, and thus stop the progress of\nSouthern prosperity until the full value of these bits of\npaper, hardly worth a penny a bushel, shall be made good\nto fny Lord Penzance and his syndicate—such a proposi-\ntion is ridiculous in its presumption. The assumption that\nthe South with her present credit and property is depend-\nent upon English capital to develop her resources, is an\neffort of English arrogance excusable only for its ignor-\nance. But if the South had to pay the Confederate war\ndebt, in whole or in part, to obtain English capital for its\nenterprises, then—to be as emphatic as possible, I would\nsay as to their opinion, that we can tell these gentlemen to\ngo to the devil with their money, their threats and their\nattempted blackmail.\"\n(This is a clipping from Donahoes Magazine, April\n1867.)\n\nPoe and O. Henry\n\nYV7HAT good does it do to pilgrimage to a tomb, to\n** plant flowers on a grave, to shed tears at a cemetery\nif he whom we had a chance to appreciate, who perhaps\ncraved for a friendly word from our lips, is dead and\nburied ? The costliest monument executed by the greatest\nartist and erected by those who seem to make a business\nof appreciating the dead only—seems to me just one more\nstone they are throwing at him whom they pretend to\nhonor. Think of Edgar Allan Poe! A hundred thousand\ndollars were expended to create a park to honor his mem-\nory—the Poe Park. The Fordham Cottage, for which\nPoe paid a rent of five dollars monthly nearly seventy\nyears ago, -was purchased by the city for six thousand dol-\nlars, transformed into a Poe museum with a custodian\nwho, outside of free rent, light and heat, draws a yearly\ncompensation for his services that would have made Poe\nfinancially independent for years. And I saw a letter a\nfew days ago, written by Poe five months preceding his\ndeath, addressed to the publisher of the \"Southern Literary"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "875", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMessenger\" offering his weekly contributions at two dol-\nlars a page, each page containing eight hundred words.\n(The cheapest Sunday paper pays to-day five dollars for\neight hundred words to any hack-writer.)\nThe erection of a monument to the memory of a man\nwho was honored during life, appreciated in the only way\ngenius should be appreciated by the layman—in dollars\nand cents—seems just and appropriate, a real tribute to\na dead genius as well as to those who participate in the\nerection and later on in the unveiling exercises.\nO. Henry, one of the two literary geniuses America has\nproduced since its discovery, was the first to receive ap-\npreciation and reward for the pleasures he gave his millions\nof readers during his lifetime, and now while hardly four\nyears have passed since his departure from life, Raleigh,\nin North Carolina, the capital of his home State, has\nerected a memorial tablet to his memory.\nEdgar Allan Poe's name appears almost always in bio-\ngraphies or appreciations of O. Henry. Even Professor\nSmith, O. Henry's biographer, mentions the name Poe,\nspeaking about the dead author. I think this is done\nunconsciously. There is nothing alike in Poe and in O.\nHenry, outside of the fact that both were Americans, both\ngeniuses and both originated something new, something that\nhad no precedent anywhere else, something that was bound\nto make school here in America and abroad. Poe was an\nartist outside the sphere of the masses, at his day still\nunder the influence of Puritanical goody-goodiness and of\n\"stories for the family table.\" O. Henry grasped the\nthrobbing life of the American city as well as of the lone\ncountry. He appealed to everybody because he seemed to\nknow everybody. He brought together poor and rich,\noutcast and snob, tramp and society girl, because he\nposseted the secret of sounding the note that creates har-\nmonious vibration in the hearts of all. And so, as it is\nusual and customary in our critical reviews and biographs\nto compare one man with another, in this case the one\ngenius is compared with the only other one.\nAmerica of to-day has progressed far. There is nothing\nthe matter with the public, especially the reading public,\ny appreciates genius. Our masses want the\nbeautiful; they would admire it and prefer it to everything\nelse, but they are denied it. Certain publishers of our\ncountry have set a standard for the mental food the Amer-\nican reading public shall be provided with. They- educate\neditors to serve to the readers this supposedly craved-for\ndiet and the public is simply hoodooed into the belief that\nit desires to read the wholesale fabrications of so-called\npopular authors.\nThe publisher of one of the most popular short story\nmagazines in this country told me a few days ago that he\nrefused to pay O. Henry five dollars for a story that\ncounts among the best Henry ever wrote, and that subse-\nquently sold for two hundred and seventy-five dollars. He\nmade him the proposition to accept in payment for the\nSt°ur i SU ptl°ns to.a Texas paper owned by this\npublisher twenty years ago. Subscriptions that Henry\ncould sell at any price he chose to his friends or ac-\nquaintances. This proposition was promptly refused O\nHenry was not starred by his publishers. The readers\nwanted his stories and therefore he received the aosrecia-\ntion due him, in life.\n\nBronze\nMemorial\nTablet,\nthe work of\nLorada Taft,\nplaced in\nthe State\nAdminis-\ntration\nBuilding,\nRaleigh,\nN. C.\n\nG. B.\n\nSundays are so welcome because they come only once\nevery seven days. They are as beautiful as the smile of a\nserious man."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "876", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBuilders of the World\nTom Sleeper\nit is they laid him\n■*- Under the moonwhite daisies\nSee the crumbling headstone\nThe sunken headstone\nCrumbling to decay.\nGreat was his fame\nAnd great his renown.\nHe is lying now\nUnder the daisies\nUnder the asters and the waving grasses.\nRead of his greatness\nChiseled with reverend hands\nOn the mossy headstone now\nCrumbling to decay.\nRead of his greatness\nIn one simple line it is carven\n\"He founded Peoria, 111.\"\n\nMother and Son\nMother\nCat's Paw\nD O you see that old woman out there with white hair\nand friendly face? Her dark clothes are out of\nfashion and her hands bear testimony that she must have\ndone considerable work some time ago. She looks like a\npeaceful farmer's wife who came to the city to attend\nchurch. . . But this woman is surrounded by the first\ncitizens of the country. The greatest among the great\ntouch her toil-worn hand with reverence. Scientists listen\neagerly to every word that the old lady utters, as if it\nwere some long looked for wisdom. All women look up\nto her filled with admiration and just a little bit of envy.\n. . . Admiration follows her wherever she goes and\nsome day when she dies a funeral procession will follow\nher bier as if she had been the queen of a faithful country.\nHer name will spread all over the world.\nShe is the mother of a great man.\nThe Son\nO you see that young man over there walking shyly\nin solitude on his own way with downcast eyes?\nEveryone who passes him looks at him wonderingly* Per-\nhaps with a little bit of envy, too. But he suspects in\nevery face only pity, thinking they look with a secret\nirony upon his glory, which overwhelms him. .\nIn his marble palace he locks the doors of his chambers\nand idly dreams about the life which is his own, his very\nown, which he himself lives. He dreams a quiet,\nunnoticed life without glory, without that terrible glory\nwhich has burnt in him all that was his own. Which has\nmade him nothing but the ghost of a great name. . . .\nHe is the son of a great man.\n\nThe Star-Gazer\nCharles Gorham Barney, Jr.\n¥ AST night, on his way home he passed an old street\n1 vender who was presiding over a telescope. This\nwas at Twenty-third Street and Fifth Avenue./ He\nwalked by, but after a few steps he turned back. He gave\nthe old man a quarter of a dollar. The old fellow\nfumbled for the change, and while he was doing so, said:\n\"Look through.\" Rather reluctantly the young man did\nso. He would have preferred first to have his change safe\nin hand.\nThere was quite a large star visible. It looked like our\nmoon but seemed slightly lopsided. He was pondering\nwhether the old fellow would return to him ten cents or\nfifteen. Meanwhile the proprietor of the telescope was\nexplaining that the star was the planet Jupiter; and the\nyoung man began to perceive that it was not lopsided,\nthose were the smoky bands that he saw, and there were\nthe attendant moons—four of them!\nAt first he was overcome with a feeling of awe, then\nhe was frightened. It was as though he stood on tiptoe\nat the edge of the world and might, at any minute, fall\noff and get lost in that shimmery blueness. But, after a\nsteady gaze, he got his balance. He no longer felt uneasy.\nHe had left this little globe with its two for a nickel\npeople and was wandering through the heavens! Then\nsuddenly, but very quietly and seriously, but confidently,\nhe looked into the eyes of the Great I Am. He saw into\nthe illimitable. Time and Space fell from him like a\nshrouding garment. He grasped at and for a moment\nheld, the Infinite.\nThen he looked away.\nHe had two coins thrust into his hand. Without look-\ning at them he started homeward. When he had gone\ntwo blocks he began fearfully to wonder what was the\nvalue of those coins. \"But, perhaps/' he thought, \"the\nold man was a magician or something and gave me two\npieces of gold.\" He took the money out and by the light\nof the street lamp saw that it was, fifteen cents—but good\nmoney!\nThe night was chill. He walked rapidly, without effort,\nhe seemed to be treading on air.\nShe opened the door for him, saying that his eyes were\nbright, brighter than stars! He only smiled. Their boy\nwas asleep. The man looked at him for a moment and\nfondly realized that he would soon be walking. Then a\nfeeling almost of panic came upon him and he cried to\nhimself: \"I must earn more money.\" . . ,\nTo-day he did better work than for weeks past and to-\nnight he is thinking :\nTha;t old fellow sold me all that for ten cents!\nYet, I had to pay my money before I could see\nanything!\n\nJefferson Market Prison\nTV/HAT crimes within these horrid walls\n* * More fierce and vile than those for which\nSociety exiles her hapless ones\nTo this dark place, are done by night\nAgainst these same unfortunates?\nWhy is the velvet night shot\nWith the frenzied screams of tortured women?\n\nTo be misunderstood by the masses is more disagreeable\nthan to be understood. If the masses destroy big things they\nare at least sincere, but if they adore them they are lying.\nThe contempt of the masses can convey honor to a man. but\ntheir reverence, never."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "877", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMan and \"Woman\"\nA Commplace Drama by Henry Albert Phillips\nThe characters and those with characteristics only.\nA-Man-with-a-Heart Villian\nA-Girl-called-a-Flirt Heroine\nThe-Person-with-Gold Hero\nPlace: Here and There.\nPeriod: Adaptable, with the requisite change of scenery, to\nhumanity of every age and clime.\nAll intervals saturated with soft, tremulous music.\nACT 1.\n(Scene: Usually a balmy moonlit evening away from\nthe madding crowd.\") ,\nEnds with A-Girl-called-a-Flirt, overwhelmed with\nemotion, in the arms of A-Man-with-a-Heart. For a\nbethrothal gift, he presents her only with a Golden Key—\nto his heart—attached to a rich Neck-Chain, composed\nof the sunshine of his soul. There is a locket, too, on the\nchain, which contains a sparkling ruby-like drop—more\nbeautiful and brilliant than any gem in the world. This\nis his Heart's Life and Happiness.\n\"It is all yours,\" he murmurs.\n\"You also?\" she queries.\nIn the same breath they whisper, \"Oh, Love! Oh,\nHappiness!\"\nACT 2.\n(Scene: Another evening. It is the night of The-\nPerson-with-Gold's grand, glittering ball.)\nBegins in disclosing two figures seated alone in the con-\nservatory, where they can hear the strains of gay music\nand get glimpses of dazzling lights.\n\"It is all mine,\" mutters The-Person-with-Gold, (for\nit is he.)\n\"I also,\" acquiesces A-Girl-called-a-Flirt, (for it is\n\"It\")\nIn the act of embracing her, The-Person-with-Gold\nclumsily tears an ornament from her innocent looking\nbreast. Then, as if by accident, he crushes the object under\nhis foot.\nThere remains only a crumpled mass to gather up, while\nthe Jewel itself cannot be found—only a tiny red spot\nstains the polished flpor.\nIt seems as though \"It\" were about to faint, but the\n\"Person\" produces a gold, sparkling necklace.\n\"It's\" color returns. The accident is forgotten. The\norchestra strikes up a Dream Waltz.\n\"Such Pleasure!\" they both echo at once.\nAs the Person and It pass out, she is almost sure that\nshe hears a sob and sees the figure of a man sink to the\nground.\nThis act ends in a protracted buz-z on the part of\nSociety.\nACT 3.\n(Scene: The world at large.)\nBegins in Misery—Remorse it is called.\n\"It\" has become a woman—but too late.\nThe Person has become a divorcee—hardly soon\nenough.\nThe Man has become a cynic and a skeptic. His heart's\nhappiness gone, life has lost its savor: he believes not in\nvirtue, he trusts not in man and as for woman—he almost\ndespises his mother.\nThe feminine world sympathizes with the man.\nThe masculine world blames the woman.\nSomeone is the guilty one. And the woman?\nWell, she has yet one of two courses to follow: either\nto remain the woman she has become, paying the penalty\nof infidelity in the grim solitude of isolation, with God\nalone left to trust her, or to become a Creature, seeking\nhappiness in gaining a \"Past.\"\nThe end ? Well try to arrange it as you will.\nNo curtain—because the denouement must be ever\nexposed to the World.\n\nTwo Poems by Robert Carlton Brown\nof Orchid Fame\nSummer and Geese\nft ER eyes lighted like a child's,\n* * A look of loving all outdoors was in them.\n\"Oh, I was out in snow!\" she cried.\n\"Getting eggs from the woman under the hill.\nAnd there were a dozen geese in her yard\nFlapping and teetering happily on their crooked yellow\nlegs\nAs the snow flakes showered down upon them.*\"\nShe waved her arms with the free movement of wings;\nA gorgeous white bird herself, frolicking with snow\nflakes.\nThe light of loving was in her eyes.\nShe gave me the picture\nAnd I have put it with my treasures\nIn a handy place where I shall find it\nIn the summer\nWhen the geese are gobbling June bugs on the lawn\nAnd smacking their smooth yellow beaks over it.\nI shall find it then and wish for winter\nAnd wonder wistfully if she and I will be sharing\npictures\nWhen again the geese are revelling in the snow.\nThe Rim of the Earth\nIVE me your hand, oh dearest, and -we'll run round the rim\nof the earth drawing oxygen deep into our lungs until\nour cheeks are aflame.\nWe'll laugh and love on the way; clutching at stars, sliding\ndown flaming streaks left by shooting meteors; two children\non a balustrade.\nShouting our joy from bursting throats, kicking off our shoes\nand racing the length of glaciers, our hot feet leaving melted\nspots as we run.\nKicking up the burning sands of deserts, cooling our skin in\nclinging fogs.\nTwo big, free human beings, with our bits in our teeth, tossing\nour heads, shaking free of fettering reins.\n\nJust One Letter\nThere is one letter in the marriage ceremony, the sub-\nstitution of which by another, would induce thousands to\nmarry who are now single, and would give a license for\nunfaithfulness to thousands who are married. Which is\nthe letter? The letter v; for which substitute k, in the\nfollowing sentence—\"so long as ye both do live/' which\nwill then read, \"so long as ye both do like!9"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "878", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nJames Whitcomb Ri\n\n50MEWHERE in this world there are men living, one with\nus in spirit, who send forth their comforting thoughts in\nour hours of despair and tribulation; who send to the\nthousands whom they will never meet face to face but whose\nexistence they feel, messages of cheer and of good-will.\nFrom time to time news is spread that one of these comforters\nof humanity has passed on to another, to a better world. And\nwe to whom their names mean more than fame or the story\ntold by others, bow our heads before the inevitable ruling of\na higher law. We remember the gifts we have received. The\nhours of happiness. The joy and the elevation that had been\ngiven to us. Our love expands in gratitude; we bless the\nmemory of the man.\nJames Whitcomb Riley died on July 22nd in his home in\nIndianapolis. Indiana honors the greatest of her sons. The\nbody of the poet is laid out instate; the citizens are passing by\nin long procession, doing homage to their Prince of Song.\nBut all the pompous funeral regalia the world can bestow\nupon its cherished deceased does not mean as much as the simple\nman's sincere tear that pays tribute in a thousand eyes to the\nsimple, modest poet.\nRiley's youth and the years of his evolution are vested with\nmystery. Until the last day of his life he led a simple existence\namid humble surroundings. The limelight of glaring publicity\nwas foreign to his kind and secluded nature.\nVerily he was one of the chosen few of whom we do not know\nwhence they come nor where they go, but whose presence we\nfeel as a blessing everlastingly.\n\nJames Whitcomb Riley\n\nEugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley and Bill Nye, a\nhitherto unknown photo."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "879", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIndiana's Dead Poet\nWhen the Booze is in the Bottle\nReprinted from Bruno's Weekly, Oct. 30th, 1915\nRILEY and Louis B. Chaplin, a Chicago news-\npaper man, were sitting twenty years ago in the\nsmoky barroom of the Dennison Hotel, Indianapolis\nRiley was -not the medal-awarded poet of to-day and Chap-\nlin was a cub on an Indiana newspaper. They were\ndrinking and talking, they were merry and sentimental and\nthey spoke about ambitions and futures which seemed so\ngolden, and about mother and sweetheart far, far away.\nThe bottle was on the table and glasses clinked at the\nnearby bar, drunken voices issued from the street and they\nfelt the intoxicating air of the whiskey-seller's abode.\nThe poet in Riley awoke. With the satyrical pathos\nas only he knew it, he recited the lines inspired by the\nsituation.\n\"Great stuff, great stuff!\" responded the newspaper in-\nstinct of his companion.\nQuick as a flash his pencil was in his hand. He could\nnot find paper and so he scribbled on his cuff in the dim\ngas light. The poet dreamily and suddenly observed that\nhis dictation was being recorded.\n\"Please never write that again,\" he said impatiently. \"I\ndon't remember what I said, but it must have been senti-\nmental and silly.\"\nHis friend promised and kept his promise for twenty\nyears.\nIt was during a similar session some time ago with this\nold Chicago newspaper man. There was the barroom\nand the clinking of glasses and the little tables and the\nsentimental intermission leading to memories far away\nfrom Chicago, far away from a barroom.\nHe was thinking of twenty years ago, of Riley, since\nthen grown to be the poet of the Hoosier State. He rec-\nollected the lines repeated so often since and he recited\nthem again. He never wrote them. He kept his promise.\n\nThe Poem\n\\Y/ HEN the booze is in the bottle,\n™ And the bottle's on the bar,\nAnd the seltzer is a-foamin',\nLike an early mornin' star,\nThen it is that one is happy,\nThen it is that one is gay,\nAs he mixes booze and seltzer\nIn a contemplative way.\nSome folks are never happy,\n'Less in a vicious rush,\nBut the sweetest way of livin's\nJust to be in a gentle lush.\nJust to sit and soak and sozzle,\nAs the hours are wearin' on,\nAnd to wrestle with that demon,\nTill the early mornin' dawn.\nAnd to dream in idle fancy\nOf the happy days to come,\nWhen the world shall be one barroom\nAnd the rivers run in rum.\nOh, how sweet it is at midnight,\nWhen the good are all in bed,\nTo get down along the levee,\nAnd to accumulate a \"head.\"\nTo talk of mother dear, and broken hearts\nAnd little eyes of blue,\nAnd finally essay:\nI'd leave my happy home for you.\nWhile through the smoke the barroom lights\nSeem many miles afar,\nAnd the booze is in the bottle\nAnd the bottle's on the bar."}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "880", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nHenri Gaudier-Brzeska\n\nIN a vigorous, if scarcely beautiful poem, Tennyson\nmaintains stoutly that no biographies of the masters\nshould be written. Nor can it be gainsaid that only too\nmuch writing, in this field, is made up of contemptibly\ntrivial details, the great majority of biographers betraying\nalso a sorry want of literary skill. Nevertheless, the life\nof a fine painter or poet, sculptor or composer, is indeed a\nvery worthy topic for an able pen; and, if it must be\ngranted that the good biographies are few, are they not\namong the most delightful things in all literature? Waiv-\ning Boswell, there is hardly a single page in Lockhart\nwhose incision, or mutilation, would not be matter for\ndeep regret, while a tribute fully as enthusiastic is due to\nMr. Mackail's book on William Morris, and, in the\nwhole of Theophile Gautier's glittering and diverse\nachievements, there are not many items more precious than\nhis little pen-portraits of certain of his contemporaries:\nDominique Ingres and Delacroix, for instance, Jules Vabre\nand Celestin Nanteuil. But the genius of Gautier, the\ntact of Lockhart, the quiet, scolarly style of Mr. Mackail\n—these are conspicuous by their absence from the life of\nthe sculptor, Gaudier-Brzeska, written up by Mr. Ezra\nPound, the volume being a handsome quarto, nicely illus-\ntrated and published by the John Lane Company- Read-\ning this work, there rises the temptation to espouse Ten-\nnyson's attitude towards biographies in general.\nMr. Pound's Failings\nCertainly Mr. Pound does not disclose an undue fond-\nness for trivialities. But nearly every page of his writing\nis slipshod, and what is worse, these pages are sadly dis-\njointed, many of them likewise containing irrelevancies.\nReferring to his personal recollections of Gaudier, the\nwriter tells that details return to him \"ill-assorted, pell-\nmell, in confusion;\" and most other authors, who have\ntraded largely in their personal recollections, must have\nexperienced exactly this difficulty. However, think how\nfinely synthetic are those various charming essays, by Stev-\nenson, in which he handles reminiscences of his childhood\nand recall how infallibly arranged are all Mr. George\nMoore's numerous autobiographical books. It is clear\nthat Stevenson and Mr. Moore, both being true literary\nartists, began by making copious sketches of their matter,\nrejecting the irrelevant, composing the remainder into a\ndefinite whole. But Mr. Pound appears to have begun\nwriting without any definite scheme in his mind, and it\nmay be added, without exaggeration, that some hours are\nrequired to discover just what parts of the book are by the\nbiographer, what parts by Gaudier himself. His letters\nare fairly numerous, while he was author of two critical\nessays, being given furthermore to recording his ideas in\nnote-books; and it might have been a good plan to have\nmade these different things of his the real body of the\nbook, placing them first, and merely supplementing them\nwith a short account of the artists' life along with a criti-\ncal study of his output. Or, on the other hand, it might\nhave served happily to have opened with a biography, giv-\ning next a critical study, then putting all Gaudier's own\nwritings in a properly tabulated appendix, embodying here-\nin moreover an exhaustive list of the sculptor's works.\nWell, as Mr. Pound has preferred to fling things down at\nrandom, it is naturally very difficult to disentangle from\nthe maze the facts of the artist's life. But this arduous\ndisentangling is a task literally incumbent on the critic.\nA Wandering Life\nOne of the most interesting figures in the world of re-\ncent art, Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, was born on the 4th\nof October, 1891, at the village of St. Jean de Braye, in\nLoiret, France. His father was Joseph Gaudier, a car-\npenter, and it would seem that Henri himself, as a boy,\nadded the Brzeska to his parental name, his reason for\nthis action not being revealed. While still in his teens he\nwon a small scholarship, enabling him to leave France and\ngo to London; while next he is found at Orleans, and soon\nafterward he returned to England, there to become a pupil\nat an art school in Bristol. At this institution he won a\nsecond scholarship, funds requisite for travel being ac-\ncordingly placed in his hands; and so he wandered\nthrough Germany for a while, then settling in the Quartier\nLatin in Paris. Up till now his preoccupation had been\nwith painting, not sculpture; but chancing to meet a\nCzech poet, who talked enthusiastically of statuary, Gau-\ndier was inspired to essay it. This was in 1910, and, in\nthe following year, Henri went once more to London,\nwhere he obtained a clerkship, spending only his evenings\nand holidays in the practice and study of art. It is mani-\nfest that he entered alike into practice and study with"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "881", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nfine zest, for presently he was seriously ill; and he there-\nfore gave up office work, endeavoring to make a liveli-\nhood instead of doing drawings for advertisements. He\nalso designed a poster for Macbeth, while at length he\nbegan to receive occasional commissions for sculpture, with\nthe result that he took a studio, but a very humble one,\nfor it was under a railway arch. Here he continued to\nwork hard, month after month; and, if he had to endure\nmany privations, he was doubtless cheered by the keen in-\nterest taken in him by those English artists who, styling\nthemselves \"Vorticists,\" had for their main rallying-ground\nthe Rebel Art Centre, in Ormonde Street, where they\nconducted a journal with the significant title of Blast.\nMost of these men were wont to show their productions\nat the Allied Artists' Association, and it was at one of the\nexhibitions of that gallant body that Gaudier first met\nMr. Pound; while about the time of this meeting the\nsculptor grew intimate with Mr. Frank Harris, with the\nfine poet, Wilfred Scawen Blunt, with the painters, Hor-\nace Brodzky and Alfred Wolmark and with the\nengraver, Edward Wadsworth. Another good friend to\nGaudier, in these days, was a Mrs. Shakespear, to whom\na number of his best letters were subsequently written\nwhile Epstein used to go, now and then, to the curious\nstudio under the railway arch. But there was yet an-\nother person of note from whom the young sculptor early\nwon generous friendship, Major Haldane Macfall, him-\nself author of a wealth of rare drawings and paintings,\nalthough it is by his sparkling and scholarly writings that\nhe is principally known. Few critics of to-day, perhaps,\nare sounder judges of art than he, few are so quick to\nperceive excellence when it appears in a new, if not ap-\nparently iconoclastic guise. And thus Major Macfall,\nanxious that his Splendid Wayfaring should be finely il-\nlustrated, asked Gaudier to do some drawings for the\nbook, the request being promptly complied with. No rec-\nord of this affair, however, is offered by Mr. Pound; and\nit is through the kindness of Major Macfall, himself,\nthat a few of these illustrations by Gaudier are given in\nthis journal.\nThe End\nThe sculptor left London for his native France soon\nafter the outbreak of the war. He had evaded his duties\nas a conscript, but was pardoned on giving himself up to\nthe military authorities; and entering an infantry regi-\nment, he eventually became a corporal. Seemingly a com-\npetent soldier, he plunged with zest into the great cam-\npaign, being destined, however, to see only a small part\nof it, for he was killed in a charge at Neuville Street,\nVast, on the sth of June, 1915. It is idle to speculate, as\nseveral writers have done, on what he might have achiev-\ned, had a longer lease of years, been vouchsafed to him;\nbecause every artist must be judged by what he did, not\nby what he might have done. Gaudier attained more than\nenough to constitute him memorable. His essay on\nsculpture, actually written in the trenches, denotes him\npossessed of a grandly fearless intellectual independence;\nwhile many of the-letters he wrote during the war are\nexquisitely vivacious, enshrining not only shrewd com-\nments in general, but frequent flashes of exquisite wit.\nA past master of draughtsmanship, often making the most\ntiny pen-strokes wonderfully expressive, he was a sculptor\nwho combined sound scholarship with splendid originality.\nAnd if, at present, he is commonly spoken of as a \"Vorti-\ncist,\" surely this state of affairs will soon change! For\nare not fine artists remembered by their own works and\nonly by their own works? Not by their similarity to any\nof their contemporaries.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch.\n\nJean Jaures\nOn the Anniversary of his assassination\n\nN the 31st of July, 1914, in that fatal hour in which\nEurope's peace was killed, Jean Jaures was assassin-\nated in Paris by French chauvinism. This was not merely\na tragic incident. Jaures had to be put out of the way\nbefore the war started by that frivolous, criminal spirit,\nwhose life-long enemy he had been and which he had\nhoped to conquer.\nJaures had represented the conscience of France. He\nwas the great adversary of a hopeless and futile war of\nRevenge; he was the patriotic, clear-sighted statesman who\nhad hoped for a great future for France through a final\nseparation from Russian clutches. His campaign for the\ntwo-year conscript bill in the Spring of 1914 in which he"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "882", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nand the radicals were victorious was looked upon by him\nas the sanction given by the nation to the long-hoped-for\nliberation from the forced alliance with Russia. He con-\nceived it to be the dawn of a new era in the foreign policy\nof France. I know this to be true because he told me so\nexactly two months before his assassination: \"The best\nman we have in France at present is Cailloux. He has\nnot only talent, but a sharp eye, will-power and character.\nThis is the reason that he has everybody against him. With\nClemenceau you cannot enter into politics at all. He is\nalways busy pursuing his own stubborn policy. About\nDelcasse? He is a menace to our foreign relations.\"\nThat was in Basle, and two months later he went to\nParis and there he found that Viviani had closed a com-\npromise with Poincare and that these two, united with\nDelcasse, brought about exactly what Jaures had helped\nto prevent for years a world war.\nJean Jaures was the first victim of a blind, fanatical\npolicy, and, as a member of the French Assembly said on\nthe morning of his assassination: \"The death of Jaures\nis the first defeat for France.\" His glowing, clear-sighted\npatriotism has been missed by his country every day, for\nthe last two years. His loss is irreparable and his death\nremains unavenged.\nThere will come a time when Paris will lead Jaures'\nremains triumphantly into the Pantheon.\n\nConrad Hausmann.\n\nThe Diary of a Village Idler\nJuly 24th, 1916.\nIhad no reason whatever to move down to the Village.\nI could have stayed in Chicago or I could have gone\nhome for my vacation to the little town where my\nparents must be feeling quite uncomfortable by this\ntime about my adventures in the Latin quarters of Amer-\nica. Virginia wrote to me to come. She said it was the\neasiest thing to be a villager from the very first day, if\none only comes properly prepared. And so I bought a\npink and white striped skirt, a green smock with red and\nblack trimmings, a white tarn o' shanter, big walking shoes\nwithout heels, in quite a manly fashion. Once in New\nYork, I boarded a bus at the Penn. station, which bore\nthe inscription of the Dorado of my destiny: \"Washing-\nton Square.\"\nIt was raining and raining, but I set out with my little\ngrip, which contained outside of my necessities for the\nfirst few days, a box of cigarettes. Virginia had written\n\"You must have cigarettes right from the start. Carry\nthem in a little case in the pocket of your smock.\" Well,\nI set out to hunt for rooms. Next to the famous Garret\nof Bruno, whose door was locked and labelled with the\ninscription: \"If your knock is not answered, please go\naway, as I don't want you.\"—l was not wanted—are\nseveral houses with 'Jto rent\" signs on the door. I rang\na bell at one of these houses and a Frenchwoman opened\nthe door. She looked me over carefully, scrutinized my\nsatchel and asked not very invitingly: \"Do you paint or\nwrite?\" I was tickled to think that this person should\nthink me an artist at first glance and I admitted—really\nI blushed—that I was a newspaperwoman. \"What paper\nare you with?\" was the next query. I wanted to see her\nstudios and I indicated in a rather stern voice that I had\ncome for that purpose only. I climbed several flights of\nstairs and we stepped into a nice large room with three\nwindows facing the Square. The price was not very high\nand I paid one month in advance. She left me alone in\nmy new home. I have a hugh fireplace filled with old\nashes and cigarette stumps. I have a mirror and some\ncarpets and a lot of space to walk, up and down in, and I\nthink I shall be very happy here.\nVirginia had written that all I had to do was to go to\nPolly's and that that would serve as a kind of Village\nbaptism. She also told me to enquire for Jack MacGrath\nwho is the official introducer and \"make-yourself-at-home\"\nman in the Village.\n\"If you can get him friendly towards you,\" she said,\n\"you will know everybody in less than a week. He likes\nto bring out pretty girls and all you have to do is to con-\nvince him that you are quite nice.\" She told me about\na lot of people and I was just crazy to see them all. Vir-\nginia had been my class-mate in College and had spent a\nfew weeks with me in Chicago. She told me everything\nabout everybody in the Village and she described them so\nvividly that I was sure I should be able to pick them out\nin a crowd.\nI fixed my hair in a fashion that could have passed for\n\"bobbed\" and I went out to have dinner at Polly's. I\nfound an old building next to a church surrounded by\nItalian grocery stores and tenement houses.\nIn the backyard of the house, under a tent, were tables\nand chairs and a lot of people talking, laughing and eating.\nNobody paid any attention to me. I felt quite em-\nbarrassed. Finally I decided to take a chair at a table\nwhere a couple of girls and three men were seated. They\nevidently knew each other very well. They did not speak.\nOne of the girls had red hair and red cheeks and they\ncalled her \"Billy.\" One of the men wore a blue shirt\nwith turnover collar and had long hair. He was anxious\nto get food and called at short intervals, with a very deep\nvoice: \"Mike, I say Mike!\" Then Billy asked for a glass\nof water, drank it in one draught and the scene repeated\nitself. I was handed, by a nice girl who could not have\nbeen Polly—because Polly has bobbed hair and this girl\nhad not—a yellow pad and pencil, to write down my name\nand order.\nBilly wanted another glass of water. Mike just arrived\nwith some food for the hungry poet with long hair. I was\nsure he was a poet. My order came and I soon finished,\npaid and went out. I was very much disappointed. I had\nthought that Polly's was a sort of all-world meeting place\nwhere one could talk with another quite informally and\nnow I had eaten a solitary dinner all by myself and had\nnothing else to do but to walk home. I had missed my\nonly chance to make some acquaintances. I strolled\nthrough the park. The rain had ceased some time ago and\na lot of children had come out, playing noisily. The\nbenches were filled with men and women who evidently\nhad no other place to sit in.\nLater in the Night\nI cannot sleep. I went to bed quite early. But this\nconstant noise of the buses and my new surroundings\ndrives me out of bed. I think it novel that I should talk\nto you, little book, because I have no one else, not even,\na book to read. My trunk with my travelling library has\nnot arrived I am in Greenwich Village. What will it"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "883", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nmean to me? I feel adventurous as never before in my\nlife. I feel a longing for something, but I don't know\nwhat. I would like to do things. I would like to be one\nwith these cigarette smoking women and these men who\nseemed so wrapped up in their own conversation in Polly's\nor in their thoughts that they were silent. I had not\nsmoked there.\nHere is a cigarette. I am lighting it all by myself.\nlam smoking my first cigarette in the Village. The moon-\nlight pours through my windows. The electric lamps in\nthe park glimmer like glow worms among the bushes. A\nyoung couple stop beneath my window. They laugh and\nit sounds so harmoniously that it finds an echo in my heart.\nI'll let it be my first good-night from the Village.\nI know what I'll do. I'll turn in and I'll dream until\nI fall asleep as I did in the Pullman last night, about that\ncity editor of the big paper who gives me a chance and I\nmake good and make the Village my home, not only for\nmy vacation . . . Really what would Miss King in\nthe old Trib in dear Chi say, if I wrote to her that she\nneed not expect me back because I had a much better offer\nfrom the big paper here which I could not refuse. What a\nsilly thing I am! Bill would say I am an ambitious\nphantast! I wonder if Bill misses me . . . ? Good\nNight, dear diary. I'll go over there to that cot with its\nwhite sheets and watch the moon for a while and I'll\ndream. ...\n\nIn Our Village\n\nQUITE an astonished face our dear old moon made last\nSunday evening as she passed on her quiet journey\nover our Village and chanced to look down on her old\nplaymate, the fountain on the Square.\nSylphic figures in chiffon and bathing suits were dancing\ngracefully on the once not bus-invaded playground, flitting\nmerrily from tree to tree like nymphs and fauns playing\ntheir eternal game. The old cop on the beat who had just\nturned, comfortably strolling from Bleecker Street, could\nnot believe his eyes seeing those informally clothed figures\nwho had taken possession of the main part of the district\ngiven over to his faithful guidance.\nHe arrived in time to prevent them from jumping over\nthe balustrade and taking a moonlight bath in the fountain.\nHe wasn't rough either. He couldn't be, confronted with\nso much youth and chiffon. He coaxed them paternally\nand he really succeeded.\nHush! Hush! Hush! They disappeared here and there\nand again the Square was deserted, with the solitary cop\nlike a black giant looking contemplatively up at the trees\nor in the sparkling drops of the fountain. The moon\nthrew a few pieces of her silver into the puddle around\nthe fountain and continued on her endless journey. A\nblack cat miaowed a little while, sentimentally, and then\nwalked gravely to a hugh garbage pail on the south side.\nAnd everything was peaceful in the Village.\nMrs. Louise Allison was responsible for the chiffon and\nthe nymphs. Her Sunday evening party in her large\ndimly-lighted studio in the Square was a charming success.\nHere she devolved an entirely new idea to her astonished\nguests. Something should be done for the undertaking\nbusiness in Greenwich Village. Color, rhythym and life\nare added to almost everything in life in these latter days\nof revolutionizing art and only the poor undertakers are\ncondemned to continue in their sombre black. She has a\nunique plan, pleasing to all those concerned, especially\npleasing to the artist—and dead men cannot kick.\nFritz Von Frantius, the Chicago banker and art-lover,\ncame last week to the Village for the first time in his life.\nHe liked the square and agreed that it is about the loveli-\nest spot in dusty old New York.\nVon Frantzius is one of the patrons of the Museum of\nFine Arts in Chicago and it is due to his good judgment\nthat the metropolis of the West is in possession of two\nvery fine specimens of the powerful and weird art. of\nFranz von Stuck. IVIr. Von Frantzius purchased the\nStuck paintings from the German loan exhibition to this\ncountry. His own home in Chicago contains many art\ntreasures and he is known as the friend of artists far out-\nside the boundaries of his own home town.\nWitter Bynner, of Tiger fame, old time resident of the\nSquare, visited his old haunts and refused contrary to\nwhat one might expect from a well-established poet, to\nadmire a peculiarly shaped moon which insisted in aston-\nishing a few villagers who had dined out till late in the\nmorning.\nJack McGrath appeared at Mrs. Allison's Sunday\nparty in the costume of a Greek hero. Heroically Greek\nhe seemed serving punch from a huge bowl; serving it\nwith that distinguished gesture which is his very own.\nWillard Bradley, once upon a time editor of the Green-\nwich Village News, one of the many literary achievements\nthat has come to grief inside the boundaries of the Vil-\nlage, received from the Union Film Company the nice\nsum of $1,200, as he made known to us, for his eight page\nscenario called \"Beloved Imp.\n\nOn the Square\n\nThe world does not accept readily and with open arms\nprophets of a new creed and apostles of a new art.\nWe want to discover great men after their death.\nG. B."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "884", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\n\nFrank Harris and the N. Y. Times Book Review\n| have received many letters from book reviewers and\nliterary editors from all over, the country, referring to\nmy recent enquiry why the New York Times Book Review\ndid not give some of its space to that singular book of\nFrank Harris, \"Life of Oscar Wilde and His Confes-\nsions.\" They revealed to me that the chance of receiving\nan impartial and honest criticism of a book is almost an\nimpossibility under the prevailing conditions.\nCompare the books reviewed in last Sunday's issue with\nthe advertisements, and you will find that only certain\npublishers are represented in both departments: in the\neditorial and among the advertisers. What chance then\nhas the man who has placed his own imprint upon the title\npage, who has to rely upon his own means of distribution\nand who cannot or will not spend money for advertising?\nNot only is a conspiracy of silence in existence against\ncertain authors but also a more pernicious and even crim-\ninal conspiracy of publicity exists against the public. Books\nare praised and reviewed and consequently bought by the\nreading public, which no honest critic would consider read-\ning through after he had glanced over the first few pages.\nFrank Harris last year wrote his \"Contemporary Por-\ntraits;\" a book, perhaps the first book which brought the\nbest read authors of Europe nearer as humans to the heart\nof America. Mitchell Kennerley published this book.\nIt has been in demand ever since, in fact it is out of print\nat present. It was not only a noteworthy book but one\nwhich filled a long felt want; one which was given two\ncolumns in the London \"Daily Mail.\" The \"Book Re-\nview of the New York Times\" wrote it up in less than a\ndozen lines.\nFrank Harris was \"persona non grata\" for certain poli-\ntical reasons. But where is Mr. Ochs' good judgment\nand where is his justice to his own readers if he permits\nshort-sighted students of publishers advance notice to take\npossession of the pages of his paper, which should be de-\nvoted to serious literary criticism. The loss is not Frank\nHarris' but Mr. Ochs' own readers are the losers. The\nonly purpose of such a Book Review is the enlightenment\nof the reading public. It should serve as a guide among\nnew books.\nAnd how many books do we discover after years of their\nexistence by mere chance, because their publishers did not\nhappen to be advertisers or their authors did not suit the\npolitical attitude of the editor.\nCeterum autem censeo . . . Frank Harris' Oscar\nWilde book should be given space in the Book Review of\nthe New York Times.\nThe Review\nThe Poetry Review (London) prints as a leading\nfeature of its current issue a play presented by Madame\nBernard on the stage of the field theatre. It is written\nby a Frnch Field officer and let us hope that he fe using\nhis sword in a worthier manner for his great cause than\nhe does his pen. The play is a very poor machination de-\nsigned to demonstrate ad oculoSj that war equalizes all\npatriots and that death on the battlefield is the sweetest\nand most desirable achievement in the life of an honorable\nyoung man. The great Sarah might have played it well,\nbut why print such bosh? These concerts and dramatic\nbenefits are greater horrors than the war itself. Why\nnot let the people give their money outright for a good\ncause ? Or should those who are at home get their fill of\ntorture too?\nThe Little Review\nMargaret C. Anderson went a-travelling and this time\nshe took along her Magazine \"The Little Review.\" She\nis in San Francisco and the Review did not need much\ntime to get acclimatized. The Imagist Poets of 1916;\nI mean the different anthologies as exploited in many\njournals by the amicable Amy Lowell, are still spooking\nin its pages, but there are again, as in almost every num-\nber, new names with new things pleasant and less pleasant,\nand The Little Review deserves its well-earned place on\nthe reading table or still better, in your pocket, until you\nhave finished the issue.\nPoetry\nHarriet Monroe, Dean of American Poetry explorers,\nenlightens the readers of her sheet this month how not to\naward poetry prizes and how not to conduct poetry con-\ntests. She registers quite a kick against The Poetry So-\nciety in New York, whose annual dinner she attended dur-\ning her last stay in the metropolis. But why not\nacknowledge frankly that this venerable body of self-\ncrowned poets is only one of the many mutual-admiration\nsocieties, as they may be found galore among our so-called\nintellectuals. A real Poet, I mean one by the Grace of\nGod, would not and could not enter a union of artisans,\nat their best. He would not even submit his poems to the\nvarious centres of so-called Poetry, founded and supported\nby nice, old middle-aged ladies of both sexes who believe\nthemselves poetesses, or at least wish other people to make\nthem believe they are.\nAmerican poets, and there are some among us, are sleep-\ning at present on park benches, and you can find one every\nmidnight in Fleischman's breadline! Benches are hard\nresting places and Fleischman's bread line is not the most\npleasant place to get one's grub, but there are checks forth-\ncoming from certain poetry centres which have a sour\ntaste . . . they are tainted by prostitution.\nThe Egoist, London\nThis excellent journal, the only one from English shores\nat present bearing the stigma of the big times Europe is\npassing through has of late somehow changed radically in\nits contents. Not in its excellence, but the idealism which\none could read between the lines of its page has given\nway to a bit of philosophy of hopelessness, and then there\nis Mr. Ezra Pound again among the contributors and that\nmight have something to do with it. Richard Aldington,\nthe assistant editor, is doing military service and his \"A\nsolemn Dialogue\" in the current issue expresses very little\nmartial enthusiasm, but some very clear views of what\nmilitary service means to the individual: slavery.\nThe Chimera\nWilliam Rose Benet is the editor of this new magazine,\nwhose second number shows very little difference from all\nthe other new poetry magazines designed to bless us\nmonthly. There is that erotic poetess, Helen Hoyt, and\nthat idealist, Marian Moore, then the flock of Mr.\nKreymborg almost in a body and a few of Miss Monroe's\nprotegees."}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "885", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nOthers\n\nAlfred Kreymborg's \"Magazine of the New Verse\"\nhas four associate editors and its twenty contributors\nmake the July issue quite a little volume. \"Everybody's\ndoing it . . .\" : saying something about something else\nin a different way, broken up in lines, creating the form\nof printed poetry. Kreymborg's poem \"Dawns\" is good\nand reminds us very much of that Kreymborg of two years\nago, who was a poet, not a champion of poets and not a\npublisher of the new verse of others.\n\nAfter Paul Verlaine\nI.\nBy Ernest Dowson\nII pleut doucement sur la ville.\nRimbaud\n\\/RARS fall within mine heart,\nAs rain upon the town:\nWhence does this languor start,\nPossessing all mine heart?\nO sweet fall of the rain\nUpon the earth and roofs!\nUnto an heart in pain,\nO music of the rain!\nTears that have no reason\nFall in my sorry heart:\nWhat! there was no treason?\nThis grief hath no reason.\nNay! the more desolate,\nBecause, I know not why,\n(Neither for love nor hate)\n.Mine heart is desolate.\n\nA Fable from Washington Square\nJames Waldo Fawcett.\nA T the bottom of the little green rubbish can lay a\nbeautiful diamond. It had slipped out of the en-\ngagement ring which had passed between two lovers and\nwas now quite lost in the ebony depths of this strange\ncavity. The jewel knew its value and significance, and\nit tried valiantly to attract the attention of passersby. It\nflashed long, clear streamers of white light into the face\nof the sun each time the can was emptied. But those who\nperformed this service were blind, and did not see.\nIt confided its difficulties to the can itself and, although\nthe can tried to explain to the passing throng, its voice\nwas weak, and it failed.\nBut one day a little dead bird was thrown into the\ncan, and the soul of the bird heard the story. \"What a\nwonderful thing,\" it cried. \"I may still be useful in\nthe world!\"\nDays passed and the little bird withered and' dried under\nthe summer sun. Then, one day, a voice rang out beside\nthe green rubbish can.\n\"Here, Sam!\" it called. \"Here's one that needs a\nthorough cleaning. * It's dreadful!\"\nThe inspector, whose voice this was, went away. And\nso the diamond was found again. It did not come into\nthe hands of those who had lost it. But in the family\nof Sam Coronelli it was brought into service again.\nAnd service, as I have hoped to show, is the delight of\ncommon things."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "886", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n(To be continued)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Charles Edison, and edited and written by Guido Bruno, both at 58 Wash-\nington Square, New York City. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New York, N. Y., October 14th, 1915, under the Act\nof March 3d, 1897.\n\nJean\nBy Orrick Johns\nWHEN they passed the corners she spoke to almost\neverybody. At the drug-store she asked him to\nwait outside. Presently she came back and pulled him in.\nThe druggist gave them both ice cream. She leaned over\nto Martin. \"You don't have to pay,\" she said; \"I do\nthings for him sometimes. He's real nice.\" Neither of\nthem said another word while they ate the ice cream.\nShe led him through the streets to the picture show,\nand when they got there she hesitated. Martin thought\nshe was angry about something. \"Are you going to buy\nthe tickets?\" she said. He answered, \"No, you know\nwhy? Because you don't want to go.\" He thought he\nought to walk away fast and leave her where she was.\nShe could get the rich druggist to take her home. \"I'd\nrather walk,\" she said, standing on tiptoe and poking her\nchin out to him, \"let's just walk.\" He felt as he did when\nhe saw something good to eat lying on a table, and could\njust take it and nobody would know. As they walked\nalong she took his arm and said: \"Can I have the dime\nyou were going to buy the tickets with?\" He said, \"Sure,\"\nand handed it to her. She took it and said, \"Thanks,\"\nand then said, \"Now you'll never say 'sure' in that mean\nway again, because I won't stand it. I'm not like the\nrest of my family.\"\nThey came to a bakery box sitting against the wall on\nthe sidewalk, and she asked him to sit down with her.\nMartin saw the same things she did, but he would have\nthought he was a fool if he talked about them so much.\n\"I like to watch people and a girl can't at night when\nit's better, because the men are with them,\" she said. \"I\nhate to see women alone.\" She picked up his hand and\nsaid it scratched her, it was so rough. He felt like he\nought to hold her's until after she wanted to let go, but\nhe was afraid to. \"You ought to get rich, Martin, she\nsaid, \"but none of my family will. Maybe I'll marry\nriches.\"\nThey were beginning to feel the cold and presently she\nsaid, \"Let's go home, because I want to tell you some-\nthing.\" As they passed the picture show again, she stopped\nand looked square at him and told him: \"I didn't want to\ngo in there, but I wanted to go out. The druggist didn't\ngive me the ice cream; I bought it and asked you for the\ndime, because a gentleman should always treat a lady.\nSo now, if you're mad, you can go home to your old\nmother; she's sulky enough.\" Martin wanted to hit her,\nbut the next instant she grabbed hold of his arm and\npinched it and was saying for him not to be a fool like so\nmany boys were. She added, \"I couldn't tell you about\nthe ice cream unless I was walking. I always have to\nwalk when there's something on my soul.\"\nShe told him she was eighteen and would never work\nin a factory after her father died, and she hated the drug-\ngist because he once told her she was pretty, and everybody\nknew he was a liar. She said she loved to get up early\nin the morning and dress, and that she loved to dress, all\nexcept shoes, and that some day she would never wear\nshoes again—she would just forget them. Martin thought\nit was funny she had not been born a boy, and that it\nwould be nice to have money, because she might look\nbetter in a new dress. When he asked to come to see her,\nshe said sometimes she cried and he had better bring a\nbucket along.\nShe did Mrs. Hupp's work all the time after that. The\nold woman went on about it, but Martin never said any-\nthing to her at all. It was a great comfort to have things\npretty and clean and find supper on the fire when he came\nin. He always used to hold the door open a little too\nlong, no matter how cold it was, because he was a fresh-\nair crank. Sometimes he would see the girl and his mother\ntogether. He thought Jean was like lightning, she was so\nquick about doing things. When she aad his mother spoke\nto each other they almost always seemed mad. Jean would\nstop in the middle of her work while they looked hard\ninto each other's eyes, as though it were a trial of strength.\nBut sometimes she just went on like she had not heard\nMrs. Hupp speak. And the old woman followed the girl\naround with her sharp glances, which never seemed to miss\nlooking at everything.\n\nRead FRANK HARRIS' \"LIFE OF OSCAR\nff\nWrite for the prospectus which will be mailed to you free of charge by Frank Harris, 3 Washington Square, New York City\nEdith Haynes Thompson\nHER SHOP\nContaining Many Quaint and Beautiful Things\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE SOUTH\nHours: 1 to 5.30 P. M.\nj. 112. McCarthy\nPAINTINGS AND\nANTIQUES\n30 WEST 46th STREET"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[887]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.19", "texte": "HOTEL BREVOORT CAFE LAFAYETTE\n■ .. .. „ , . ... - *\nFifth Avenue _ . iinnwemtir Pte®®\nRA^\n.\nThe Two French Hotels and Restaurants of New York\n\nG ON F ARONE'S\n40 Wert Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. Henry, speaking of Gonfarone's in one of his\nunexcelled Greenwich Village Stories.\n\nGreenwich Village Inn\n. ' • A • •• • J - * I V* * . * \" - v* v\n(Polly's)\nBetween Washington Sq. & 6th Ave.\nService a la Carte\nOutdoor Dining Room\nFrom the making of a lamp to the creation of a\nperiod room there is a right and a wroag\nway. The problems of your own house may be\nanswered by consulting\nANTON HELLMAN\n80 West Washington Square\nSpring 6340\nFlorence Gough has designed children's play\nfrocks and kiddies rompers for vacation Wear.\nPAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. Y.\nPhone Spring 23\nArtistic Cushions\nIncluding wool embroidery. Unique and original\ndesigns in patchwork. Cushions made to order.\nCall or write Sessers Studio Co., 82 Washington\nPL, N. Y. Spring 1076.\n\n- WANTED you to know that at -60 Washington\nSquare South is located\nTHE VILLAGE STORE\nWhere one may see on-display many odd pieces\nof Brasses* Pottery, Furniture and Souvenirs.\nHours 10.30 till 6 p. m. Saturdays 10 p. m.\nT. D. Cox\nStationery and News Shop\nCirculating Library\n68 Washington Place, N. Y.\nJUDSON TAILOR SHOP\n51 Washington Sq.\nAll kinds of tailoring work neatly done. Dry\ncleaning of Ladies9 Suits, Gowns, Wraps, etc.,\na specialty.\n'Phone 5360 Spring\n'Phone Spring 3922\nTHE DUTCH OVEN\n135 MacDougal Street\nnear Washington Sq.\nOpen Air Dining Room\nHome Cooking\nLuncheon Tea D"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "[888]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160729-01.1.20", "texte": "Rare Books\nFirst Editions\nExtra BhUwhd Boofca. Early Prmtod Boo&a. AmdiiiM Bcaka. Book* for Ckribtmais Calls*\nPwrdheeed tiaglf or k aala for peopk who km MStkar Hbm nor opportwtity to salsci lor tkiMiaanlhraii.\nor lor tkoaa wbo tsave not access to tka kast book marts. Wky aol kaflt cdhtfag bow?\nAddress, E. V. Boston Transact, Boston, Mass.\n\nFar Hmm% ApmtamtU or Rooma, Sm\nPEPE &\nREAL ESTATE AND\nTdbphao* 41 If Sptmg\nBRO.\nINSURANCE\n40 So. WwlfajtMl SfBM\nCm. of KUcPanal Sfciii\n\nBmng m fc«ek\nIN WHICH\nw* My just what w» thnk. PeklMwd iwy amrth by Www Pml GdU« «k 171 Wilton Avenue\nin Datrnt, it is a Side keek wskpMly Sftatfrafod. Write for wapk cepy.\n\nI BUY BOOKS\nSmgle TohamM, small lots, ami SMm; aatograph Icttm of kmowm Wtmmrj\nrn&to, drawings, pfctnra* audi nmpashp Addra»\n\"COLLECTOR,\" Car* mi Bnmese Wwfclj, 58 Wasfciaglee Sq.\n\nROSSI BROTHERS\nSS WMbsbgton Sqwr«\nUndciBMlb dn 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.\n\nTiter® can be no pleasanter place to bear that remarkable\nEdison Record N«nber (82536) tban\nTHE DIAMOND DISC SHOP\nat Number 10 Fifth Avenue\nIn this store, at least, the deiightfnl atmmphere of Old Greenwich Village has not Vwa \"fifrftrrHI\non the altar of commercialism\nA postal will bring yon, with oar roimplihmiMilii,\nan interesting little biography of Mr. Tbos. A.\nPhone: Stuyvesant 4570 Edison"}]}