{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_sha256": "834389871e165d317489813d1a4b84cc2a8323365df3b2bf5da9dc4dc2437120", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/08/12_01/bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/08/12_01/bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "The contents include:", "titre_sommaire": "The contents include:", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 197, "fin_caractere_exclue": 323, "texte": "The contents include:\nOctave Mirbeau—A Portrait\nSubmarine Vessels\nHerbert Beerbohm Tree—Is He an Artist?\nThe Governor's Poodle"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.1.1", "titre_corps": "Coulton Waugh", "titre_sommaire": "Coulton Waugh", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 182, "fin_caractere_exclue": 195, "texte": "Coulton Waugh"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[903]", "page_fin": "[903]", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "After Verlaine", "titre_sommaire": "After Verlaine", "signature_source": "Ernest Dowson", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[903]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 139, "fin_caractere_exclue": 565, "texte": "After Verlaine\nErnest Dowson.\nA ROUND were all the roses red,\nThe ivy all around was black.\nDear, so thou only move thine head,\nShall all mine old despairs awake!\nToo blue, too tender was the sky,\nThe air too soft, too green the sea.\nAlways I fear, I know not why,\nSome lamentable flight from thee.\nI am so tired of holly-sprays\nAnd weary of the bright box-tree,\nOf all the endless country ways;\nOf everything alas! save thee."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[903]", "page_fin": "905", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "A Historical Survey", "titre_sommaire": "A Historical Survey", "signature_source": "Alfred Ernest Keet", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[903]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 567, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5219, "texte": "Submarine Vessels\nA Historical Survey\n\nIT is hard to say, at this late day, where man got the idea\nof a submarine vessel from. It may have been sug-\ngested to him by that leviathan of the deep, the whale,\nwhich, although a warm-blooded mammal, is able to re-\nmain under water for long periods. Or perhaps its\nevolution is traceable to the human diver, whose art is\na world-old one. It is more than likely, however, that\nthe submarine vessel owes its origin, like all other great\ninventions, solely to necessity—the necessity of every mari-\ntime country is under of protecting itself from armed in-\nvasion at sea.\nBe this as it may, it is remarkable that from a very\nearly period the brain of man has been incessantly at work\ndevising submarine boats—a period far antedating Jules\nVerne's imaginary \"Nautilus,\" whose terrible destructive-\nness he so entertainingly described in his \"Twenty\nThousand Leagues under the Sea.\" Indeed as far back\nas 332 B.C. something of the sort was used and with some\nsuccess by Alexander the Great at the siege of Tyre; and\nit is common that from time immemorial\ndivers, with almost fish-like qualities, have trod the ocean\nbed gathering pearls and sponges. That Cleopatra em-\nployed divers is a matter of history. Thus Shakespeare,\nto cite one authority:\nCharmian. 'Twas merry when\nYou wager'd on his angling; when your diver\nDid hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he\nWith fervency drew up.\nCleopatra. That time!—O times!—\nI laugh'd him out of patience ...\nThese primitive methods of submarine navigation were\nat last improved upon; but it was not until A. D. 1150\nthat we find any recorded use of submarine vessels in war.\nIn that period, so it is related by an Arabian historian, a\ndiver entered Ptolemais during a siege by means of a\nsubmarine apparatus. Then nearly 400 years passed, and\nToledo, Spain, produced one in 1538; and in 1588 came\nBourne's plunging apparatus. Other attempts at sub-\nmarine navigation quickly followed; but the first real\nsubmarine boat was invented in 1620 by a Dutch physician.\nCornelius Van Drebel who in that year launched a sub-\nmersible navigable boat, followed by two others in one\nof wfiich James I made a trip. These boats were built\nof wood and made water-tight by a casing of greased\nleather, being propelled by twelve rowers whose oars\nwere jointed where they passed through the ship's casing\nin a moveable watertight leather holder. They carried\npassengers in addition, and made journeys of several hours\nsubmerged 15 feet.\nIn the next hundred years, Norwood, the two priests\nMersenne and Fournier, Barrie, Bishop Wilkins, De Sou,\nBorelli, Doligny, John Holland (who patented an engine\nfor use in submarine navigation), Evance, Lethbridge and\nSymons were inventors of subamrine craft, Father Mer-\nsenne being the first to use a metallic hull and adopt the\npisciform shape for his boat, which carried two cannon.\nAbout this period, in 1721, a diving apparatus was in-\nvented in England by Halley; and in 1763, Day, of Yar-\nmouth, while testing his submarine vessel in Plymouth\nHarbor, lost his life through his inability to rise to the\nsurface after a dive. This was the first casualty in the\nhistory of this invention.\nAt length, in 1733, an-American engineer, D. Bushnell,\nconstructed one turtle-shaped, and to him belongs the\nhonor of fabricating the first submarine boat that could\nbe navigated under water under any conditions. Three\nyears later, during the War of Independence, Bushnell\nhad an ideal opportunity to test the fighting qualities\nof his boat, and, with the permission of General Parsons,\nattempted to blow up an English- frigate in New York\nHarbor. He was towed one night by two rowing boats\nto a point near the vessel, but when he reached its side\nhe found that he could not affix his torpedo because of\nthe ship being copper sheathed. He was carried by the\ncurrent away from his intruded victim, and later his mine\nexploded harmlessly, causing great consternation among\nthe British fleet.\nIn 1780 and 1796 there were other attempts, and in\n1797 Robert Fulton, whose inventive brain had long recog-\nnized its possibilities, offered his plans for a submarine\nto the French Government. A committee reported favor-\nably, but nothing eventuated. After like unsuccess with\nthe Dutch, Bonaparte gave him 10,000 francs to exprei-\nment with, and in 1800 he built the \"Nautilus\" (and later\nthe \"Mute\"), a cigar-shaped vessel. After numerous\ntrials on the Seine, during which she remained under\nwater once for five hours, the French authorities decided\nagainst her, and raised so many objections that Fulton,\nin disgust, threw up the project and turned his attention"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "904", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6479, "texte": "in America, to the problem of steam navigation, winning\nin that field immortal renown.\nA persistent pioneer in submarine navigation was Wil-\nhelm Bauer who, getting his idea from the dolphin, built\na dolphin-shaped boat at Kiel in 1850. After offering his\ninvention vainly to Austria and England, he tried Russia,\nwith the result that in 1856 \"Le Diable Marin,\" built\nat St. Petersburg, was launched at Cronstadt. Not\nproving successful, he finally had to leave Russia in great\nhaste. Bauer relates that while submerged he could hear\npeople's voices on the surface some distance away, proving\nthat water is a good conductor of sound.\nIn 1859 Delany, of Chicago, built one, but it was too\ncomplicated for practical use; while too cumbrous was\n''The Intelligent Whale\" built in Brooklyn. Next year\ncame \"Le Plongeur,\" the invention of Bourgois and Brun,\n139 feet long.\nDuring the Civil War the submarine first demonstrated\nits value as an engine of war. In 1863 the \"Keokuk,\"\na type of submersible monitor built in New York, fought\na duel with Fort Sumter, and, though riddled with shots,\nescaped without the loss of a man. But she sank the fol-\nlowing night. This curious monster, 164 feet long, was\nboth a ram and a monitor, and resembled a huge floating\nbattery. She was constructed of pipe and palmetto logs,\nher armor being railway iron, and her iron turrets were\nsix inches thick. In the same year the Confederates at\nCharleston used a submarine boat against the blockading\nFederal squadron. It was cigar-shaped, built of boiler\nplates and propelled by eight men at a maximum speed of\n4 knots, and when advancing her top was level with the\nwater. While being tried out she sank and failed to\nrise on three occasions, her crew perishing each time.\nThe fourth time she was successful in her manoeuvers,\nreached the \"Housatonic,\" and sank her—but at the\nexpense of her own life. This type of submarine was\ncalled a David, and a number of them were built at\nMobile.\nGoubet, of Paris, in 1882 built one of the first effective\nsubmarines, and he was followed by Mordenfeldt with\na boat that surpassed all previous attempts.\nThe \"Katahdin,\" launched in 1893, and which cost\nour government close to a million dollars, had a length\nof 251 feet, and was one of the most successful of her\ntype.\nFinally when the twentieth century dawned, man's\npatient tenacity began to bear fruit, and submarine war\nvessels of great practical use were produced by Italian,\nFrench, Russian, German and, in particular, American\ninventors. Nearly all obstacles were overcome, and an\nalmost perfect craft evolved. For propulsion electric\nstorage batteries, oil, benzol, gasolene and even steam\nwere used, and, still more marvelous, eyes to see what\nis going on at the surface while submerged were provided.\nThis miracle was accomplished by the invention of the\nperiscope, by whose aid the navigator, while beneath the\nsurface, can see anything above. He is thus enabled to\nattack and destroy a hostile ship, or carry out valuable\nreconnaissances.\nAmong the first successful submarines in the United\nStates was the \"Argonaut,\" designed by Simon Lake of\nBaltimore. She made trips on the Patapsco, Md., in\n1898, and later traveled 200 miles under the surface of\nLake Champlain. Another Lake ship, the \"Seal,\" built\nin 1911 , was 161 feet long, had six torpedo tubes and\ncarried 10 torpedoes. Her surface speed was 14 knots,\n9 1-2 while submerged.\nIt was in 1893 that France first began to use sub-\nmarines; and from 1901-4 quite a number were built of\na larger and improved type. Her \"Circe\" and \"Calypso\"\n(1905) were 155 feet long, and with Diesel oil engines\nmade about twelve knots per hour on the surface, when\nsubmerged electricity was the motive power. In 1909 a\nnumber of small submarines were built from designs of\nM. Labeuf. At the preesnt time France probably has\nmore of these \"sea-devils\" than any other nation. Most\nof these boats, and the early American boats, were of the\nfamous Holland type, so-called from the name of their\nAmerican inventor, John P. Holland, who designed the\nfirst submarine, the \"Holland,\" acquired by the U. S.\nNavy Department, in 1897. This boat was followed by,\na number of similar but improved types, seven of which\nwere launched 1901-2. It is surmised that American\nsubmarines were used by Admiral Togo to destroy the\nRussian Fleet in the Sea of Japan in 1905.\nAmong the requirements of the first Holland boat was\nthat it should make 8 knots per hour for 6 hours, and\nreach a depth of 20 feet in one minute after receiving\norders to dive. By 1910 the United States had 27 of\nthese torpedo boats, some of which have made good\nrecords. The U. S. submarine \"Narwhale\" has made\ntwo clean hits out of four at a distance of 2000 yards\nwhile traveling at full speed and 40 feet below surface.\nIt may also be noted that the small U. S. submarine\n\"Petrel\" during the Spanish War easily destroyed two\nSpanish torpedo boats.\nThus after hundreds of years of tireless and dangerous\nexperiment, man's ingenuity won the day, and we have\nonly to read the war despatches of the past few weeks\nto realize that the submarine war-ship, as a great designer\nof them (John P. Holland) once wrote, is \"a weapon\nagainst which there is no defence.\"\nPorpoising her way, unperceived, towards her prey,\nthis submarine snarpshooter fires death and destruction\ninto the very vitals of a supposedly invulnerable dread-\nnought, and escapes unseen.\nDefects it may still have, but the submarine had\ndemonstrated beyond a doubt its deadly effectiveness as\na war engine. Whatever defects there are will doubtless\nbe removed before long. A cardinal defed: is the inability\nof the submarine to see further than a few yards when\nsubmerged; its restricted radius of action and low speed\ncome next, and then there is to be considered the cramped,\nconfined life of the crew which is very enervating.\nBut there is little doubt that these obstacles to perfect\ncontrol and swift action will be overcome, and in the\nfulness of time perhaps a more peaceful field of activity\nand usefulness for submarine craft may open up when\nthey are used for commercial travel, marine surveying,\nand in locating and removing sunken treasure.\nA notable instance of the fear in which submarine war\nvessels are held was on the occasion of the sinking of the\n\"Aldabaran\" in the North Sea by the Russian war-ship\n\"Kamschatka\" a few years ago. Mistaking the \"Alda-\n*baran\" for a submarine, the Russian commander signaled"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "905", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1315, "texte": "that he was being attacked by submarines at the same time\nfiring upon the Swedish steamer, sinking her.\nNotwithstand the perfection ot which the submarine\nas a war engine has been brought it is the opinion of\nnaval experts, among them Admiral Mahan, that the\ngun will always keep ahead of it, and recent events in the\ngreat European war now raging have to some extent\njustified this opinion. They are at best a frail craft.\nOnly a short time ago (Nov. 23) the German submarine\nU-18 was rammed and sunk by the British destroyer\n\"Garry,\" and all her crew, with the exception of one man\nwho was drowned, captured. Built in 1912 the U-18\nhad a radius of action of 2000 miles, a surface speed of\n14 knots, and 8 knots while submerged. On the other\nhand and offsetting to some extent this expensive sub-\nmarine mortality was the reported success of a German\nsubmarine in sinking the British superdreadnought\n\"Audacious\" on October 27 near the Irish coast. This\n$10,000,000 giant, it is believed, was destroyed by one\nof a fleet of submarines from Wilhelmshaven which\nlaunched two torpedoes at her, the second taking effect.\nSo long as these invisible marine sharpshooters prowl\nthe sea for the dreadnought, battleship or other surface\nwar-ship eternal vigilance is the price of safety.\n\nAlfred Ernest Keet"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "905", "page_fin": "908", "image_debut": 5, "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Octave Mirbeau", "titre_sommaire": "Octave Mirbeau", "signature_source": "After the French of J. Flax by Renee Lacoste", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "905", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1317, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5186, "texte": "Octave Mirbeau\n\nHTHE first time I saw Octave Mirbeau, or rather heard\nhim, was amid the smoke of a public gathering at\nthe time of the Dreyfus case. He presided at a meeting\nof some sort, in some quarter or other. He impressed me\nas being firm and energetic. Prominent eyebrows, a pow-\nerful jaw, neck as strong as a bull's and a spiky moustache\nhiding a thin mouth—the whole arrangement of those\nsharply defined features gave.him the impressive appear-\nance of a retired sea captain or a wrestler at a country fair\nside-show. To this must be added the brutal accent in\nwhich he addressed his audience, his jerky gestures, and his\nbluntness. That evening Octave Mirbeau revealed him-\nself to me as a bold, aggressive, formidable fighter.\nSince then I have met him at Durand-Ruel's and at\nvarious exhibitions. He was no longer a fighter. On the\ncontrary, he appeared tired and as if disillusioned. He\nseemed weighed down by a great sorrow. It flashed across\nmy mind that in his limpid eyes, deep behind the arch of\nhis brows, I saw an expression of unspeakable suffering—\nlike a reflection of destpair, of irremediable nostalgia.\nAll Mirbeau seems revealed in these two attitudes. A\nfighter he certainly is; his opponents know something\nabout that. But he is also a creature full of sensitive-\nness and of foibles. This formidable controversialist, who\nthrows himself body and soul into the fray, who rushes at\nhis enemies and deals savage blows right and lift, possesses\na young girl's shyness, a lad's tenderness. He adores\nflowers, but above everything he loves birds, always pro-\ntecting them from harm. Do you recall Isidore Lechat, a\ncharacter in one of his plays, who no sooner appears on the\nstage than he causes a poor bird to be frightened away\nfrom his garden? Mirbeau intended this action to sym-\nbolize all the vileness and meanness of the human race.\nFor him, a man who doesn't love birds, becomes classified;\nhe is a brute, a criminal capable of any sort of felony.\nMirbeau also loves dogs, with the exception, perhaps of\nthe horrible little beast of the \"Calvaire.\" Lastly, he\nloves men, notwithstanding his great knowledge of them\nand the fact that he has become a master in the art of ex-\nposing their foibles and their vices. But he loves them\nwhen they are helpless, miserable, wretched; when they\nstimulate in him fraternal—compassion, when they join\nthe ranks of life's vanquished ones.\nAnd all this hidden love, all this tenderness, which he\nconceals so awkwardly—fearing ridicule, perhaps,—but\nwhich shows, nevertheless, in all his works; all this store\nof sentiments, aspirations, and human desires, brotherly\nand helpful, which he represses and stubbornly forces\nback—all this explodes suddenly and becomes anger, in-\ndignation and vehemence. Then occurs one of those mar-\nvellously lucid and incisive pages, thundering with im-\nprecations, laden with anathema and bubbling impetu-\nously with rage and scorching words. His writing be-\ncomes a torrent that has broken loose, carrying away all\nthings before it and sweeping onward in a tumultous\nstream of fierce invective, daring metaphor and audacious\nparadox. Such pages are masterpieces in which one feels\nthat the author has poured out some of his strength ans\nblood, and in which he has allowed his heart, filled with\nlove and pity, to overflow.\nThe particularly ignominious period in which we live\nknows few writers of this stamp. Our present day literary\nand artistic domesticity faithfully reflects our spirit of de-\nmocracy and universal suffrage. Artists and writers, who\nwere formerly knaves and courtesahs, are to-day the flunk-\neys of the triumphant bourgeoisie.\nAmong this herd of servile and timorous persons, all\ncraving enjoyment and all seeking adulation, the man of\ngenius develops painfully; a temperamental writer has a\nhard time asserting himself. If he merely mumbles, the"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "906", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6720, "texte": "alarmed flock turns around ready to check him. If he\npersists, if he faces his adversaries returning blow for\nblow, if he attacks them, then a boycotting is organized\nand silence prevails; he is left to struggle in the dark and\ndie of inanition.\nTwo forcible writers have resisted and have main-\ntained -their opinion: Octave Mirbeau and Leon Bloy.\nThe former early acquired the faculty of asserting himself\nand of conquering public indifference. He commands re-\nspect. His genius was so obviously real that it became\nimpossible to deny its existence.\nBeing talented while those surrounding him had to strive\nto achieve mediocrity; speaking the truth while others\nwere spreading lies; giving proofs of daring, audacity, en-\nergy and revolt, while this herd of frightened sheep could\nnot bleat and cower, Mirbeau incurred an unrelenting\nhatred. But instead of attacking him openly, they re-\nsorted to defamation and backbiting; his errors and his\nidiosyncracies were slyly pointed out, and great efforts\nwere made to belittle him and drag him down to their\nown level.\nHis errors, his idiosyncracies—we are all aware of them\n—but, shall we confess it? We love Mirbeau even in his\nshortcomings, and perhaps still more on account of these\ndeficiencies which bear proof of his temperament and prob-\nably imperfections without repining and without partial-\nity. This will permit us to take the man bodily and lift\nhim up on a pedestal.\nMirbeau was born on February 16th, 1850, in Tre-\nvieres, Calvados—a fellow countryman of Flaubert and\nBarbey d'Aurevilly. His father was a physician at Reg-\nmalard in the Orne, where Mirbeau grew to manhood.\nHis mother was a charming and sweet woman, whom he\nadored and from whom he inherited, presumably, the gift\nof human understanding. There was also in the family\nan uncle, the terrible Abbe Jules, whose story has been\ntold by the author.\nMirbeau has given us, in his works, the history of his\nfamily and that of the first years of his life. We meet\nhis father in the \"Calvaire\" and in \"L'Abbe Jules,\" to-\ngether with the descriptions of the valleys of the Orne, of\nthe fields and forests of Bresnin, and of Isigny \"with\npoplars, apple trees and the sea as a background,\" where\nthe writer's childhood was spent in close contact withr na-\nture, we follow him to the Jesuits of Vannes in his \"Se-\nbastien Roch,\" in which he shows us how a child's intellect\nbecomes warped.\nAfter leaving college, he vacillated; should he take up\nlaw or medicine? Finally, he decided to study law and\nwent to Paris. Then the war of 1870 occurred. Mirbeau\nbecame a militia lieutenant in the army of the Loire.\nAgain in the \"Calvaire,\" we find a marvellous chapter in\nwhich he describes his horror of war and massacre.\nThe first year in Paris was spent in a restless fashion;\nthe young man had not as yet found his vocation. He\ntried his hand at writing. A friend of the family, Dugue\nde la Franconnerie, put him on the staff of the Ordre, a\npaper which had just been established. Mirbeau's first\narticle was a lyrical essay on Manet, Monet and Cejanne,\nand full of terrible insults addressed to the Academicians.\nThis article cost him his position as art critic, but he re-\nceived in exchange that of theatrical critic. In a few\nmonths he had consciously torn to pieces a number of\nartists and had caused all the theatrical managers to wage\nwar on the paper.\nAfter this, according to Edmond Goncourt, the author\nspent four months smoking opium; \"he has met some one\njust returned from Cochin, China, who has assured him\nthat everything Baudelaire has written on opium is pure\nhumbug, and that it produces, on the contrary, a very\nsoothing effect; the enticer gives him a pipe and a Cochin\nChinese dress. For four months behold him in a flowered\nrobe, smoking pipe after pipe, as many as a hundred and\neighty a day, eating nothing or perhaps only a boiled egg\nevery twenty-four hours. He reaches a state of com-\nplete depression and confesses that opium, which produces\na certain cheerfulness when smoked in small quantities\nloses this power after further indulgence and brings about\na sense of emptiness accompanied by sadness, a sadness\nbeyond description. At this stage, his father, who believes\nhim to be in Italy, finally finds him, tears him away from\nhis robe and his lodgings, and takes him for a few months\ntrip through Spain.\"\nMirbeau soon recovered and was appointed deputy sher-\niff of Saint-Girons; and what a sheriff he made! Being\nfrankly reactionary, he never left off striving against and\nmaking fun of the Republicans. He scandalized the ad-\nministration by his bluntness and his paradoxical behavior.\nIt didn't take him long to abandon this position and to\nreturn to journalism. He joined the staff of the Gaulois.\nMeanwhile he developed a strong passion for a certain\nwoman, and, wishing to make some money, he became a\nbroker on the Exchange. He managed successfully to\nmake as much as twelve thousand francs a year. A cruel\ndeception ensued. Determined to shun the world and to\navoid women, he set off on an eighteen months' sailing ex-\npedition in a fishing boat he had purchased in Brittany.\nOne cannot accuse Mirbeau of not being passionately in\nearnest. Perhaps it is because of this earnestness that his\ndefects become apparent. With the same whole-hearted-\nness in hatred as in love, he is off like a shot. He doesn't\nreckon with circumstances, contingencies or motives. He\njudges, condemns or exalts. He is given to quick and in-\nexplicable impulses and to unexpected passions which sud-\ndenly give way to abruptness and disgust. He makes one\nthoroughly understand Maupassant's phrase which seems\nto have been written for him: \"On given days I experi-\nence such horrors towards existence as to desire death;\non other days, however, I enjoy life after the manner of\nanimals.\"\nOnce on the warpath, nothing can stop him; he goes\nstraight on with beautiful courage. Whether in the field\nof art or in that of politics, he contributes the same amount\nof uncompromising ferocity; even if he has to change his\nattitude, he never ceases being sincere. Thus it is that\nwe saw him, who was once anti-Semitic, later on taking\nDreyfus' side. It is likely, however, that association with\nArthur Meyers justified his anti-Semitism.\nOne has seen him take up the cudgel of some artists,\nthe majority of whom are really great. But he is no\nart critic. He judges with too much prejudice. He can't\nanalyze coolly, nor examine details. He perceives a work\nof art, he appreciates its value, and knows admirably how\nto express what he feels about it. But when he is mis-\ntaken, he remains just as excessive, and so the impression\nproduced is painful. In his book, 628-EB, Mirbeau tells"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1971, "texte": "us that after admiring a Rembrandt for a whole day, he\nfound but one artist whose work could rank next to it;\nhe named Van Gogh. This is going a little too far,\nespecially if one realizes that such a statement is not made\nfor the empty pleasure of appearing paradoxical. Further\non he sets Mayol, an inheritor of the Etruscans, against\nthe powerful Rodin and places him above the latter.\nWhat he does in the criticism of art, he does equally\nin the novel, the theatre and the press—he exaggerates.\nLes Amants, a playlet directed at love, becomes a music-\nhall farce because of its efforts to be extremely comical.\nLes Journal d'une Femme de Chambre and les Vingt et\nun Jour d'un Neurasthenique are full of disconcerting\npassages and exaggerated interpretations—just as, in\n628-EB, when he judges the intelligence of animals by the\ndiligence they display in keeping out of the way of auto-\nmobiles, he decides in favor of the wild geese of the Roman\ncapitol.\nBehold! Those are the defects of this dynamic and en-\nthusiastic writer, enthusiastic even in his scepticism and\ndisgust. Here they are, those defects which are as\nenormous as his good qualities, and which we love because\nthey are Mirbeau's defects and because one must either\nlove or reject him entirely.\nPutting aside his peculiarities, his voluntary brutalities,\nhis affected bad manners, Mirbeau is the most human and\nconscientious writer. One feels an immense sorrow in\nhis pages which sometimes turns into anger and sometimes\ninto irony. All sufferings and weaknesses attract him\nand move him to pity. Still he is the most lucid and\nsuccinct writer, deliciously poetic and brutally realistic.\nSome people might find this panegyric too excessive.\nTo us it feebly expresses our admiration for Mirbeau.\nOur best excuse lies in the difficulties besetting the task;\nto speak of Mirbeau, one ought to have at one's command\nMirbeau's own art of speech.\n\nAfter the French of J. Flax by Renee Lacoste"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "905", "page_fin": "905", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.4.1", "titre_corps": "Octave Mirbeau. Original Drawing by A. Delannoy", "titre_sommaire": "Octave Mirbeau. Original Drawing by A. Delannoy", "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": "905", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 5188, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5235, "texte": "Octave Mirbeau. Original Drawing by A. Delannoy"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "907", "page_fin": "907", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.4.2", "titre_corps": "In Memoriam: James Whitcomb Riley", "titre_sommaire": "In Memoriam: 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": 7, "page_imprimee": "907", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 49, "texte": "In Memoriam: James Whitcomb Riley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "908", "page_fin": "908", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Love, Let us Live in Fairyland To-day", "titre_sommaire": "Love, Let us Live in Fairyland To-day", "signature_source": "Edward H. S. Terry", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1973, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2642, "texte": "Love, Let us Live in Fairyland To-day\nEdward H. S. Terry\nI OVE, let us live in Fairyland to-day:\nOur modest home shall be a palace fair,\nAnd you a princess with long golden hair,\nAnd I the prince who comes the spell to stay.\nWhat strange adventures shall beset my way\nBefore I find your winding marble-stair\nWhere magic roses make a drowsy air\nTo dull the knights, ere they engage in fray!\nBut with Love's charm (The Witch knows naught\nof this!)\nI shall not* falter, though her wild green eyes\nDaft lightning, and, with an enchanting hiss,\nShe try her best to keep me from the prize;\nI shall go on and free you with a kiss,\nAs she goes in a smoke-puff toward the skies!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "908", "page_fin": "908", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "The First Violin", "titre_sommaire": "The First Violin", "signature_source": "Omaha (Nebraska", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2644, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2936, "texte": "The First Violin\nOmaha (Nebraska)\nA H, those last notes still quivering on the air\nPassionately deep and soft!\nIs there but one in all that gaudy throng,\nThat drink and feed and laugh such stupid laughs,\nWill wrap himself in silence and stand by\nFeeling the master's soul breathe in the song?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "908", "page_fin": "908", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "Misericordia or As It Will Happen", "titre_sommaire": "Misericordia or As It Will Happen", "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": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2938, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4153, "texte": "Misericordia or As It Will Happen\nCat's Paw\nCHE had loved him once sometime ago. Lately she had\nseen him very seldom.\nThey were talking about him: about his financial em-\nbarrassment. She only said: \"Oh,\" and she thought of\nmany others who were bad off.\nThey said: \"He has debts and he will hardly be able\nto pay them. He will have to leave the city. Goodness\nknows where he is going to and what he will do for a\nliving.\"\nShe said: \"Poor boy\" and thought, \"why should I\nbother with such sad thoughts?\"\nThe others continued to discuss him and one laughed\nmaliciously: \"He always was a snob. He wore the best\nof linen and silks in the summer. Now he will have to\ndo with ordinary shirting.\"\nAnd she shuddered: his soft white skin will be irritated\nby rough materials? His sensitive small feet without\nsilk? . . . she could have cried—.\nIt seemed to her that her lips felt soft smooth skin and\nshe couldn't bear the idea that his tender flesh should\nsuffer.\n• • • • •\nShe telegraphed to his late haberdasher and ordered\nsome of the most expensive and wonderful underwear\nsent to him anonymously.\n• • • • •\nThe haberdasher applied the money against—what he\nconsidered—a bad account of his once distinguished cus-\ntomer."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "908", "page_fin": "909", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "The Governor's Poodle", "titre_sommaire": "The Governor's Poodle", "signature_source": "W. Azow ; Translated by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 4155, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5577, "texte": "The Governor's Poodle\nBy W. Azow.\n(Translated by Guido Bruno)\n\"\"FIE governor's poodle was promenading on the streets\nof the city. He was no different from all the other\ndogs and therefore the citizens did not notice him at all.\nIt was his bad luck that the City Dog-catcher came along\nand spied him, and as he hadn't a license—not at all\nastonishing for a dog that belongs to a governor—he\ngrabbed him without any hesitation.\nThe Dog-catcher had seen a brute without a dog-collar\nand he exclaimed: \"Hullo! didn't our good Governor\nprohibit dogs without licenses on our streets?\"\nAnd like an Indian lasso-thrower, he captured the dog\nwith his rope and a few minutes afterwards the poodle\nwas in the Dog-catcher's bag.\nThe poodle didn't even make a sound but his proud\nbearing worried the Dog-catcher.\nHe observed how a few of the other dogs in the wagon\nhad jumped at the newcomer, ready to bury their teeth\nin his skin; but the poodle barked very gently into the\near of the wildest of his aggressors, and they all kept\nquiet and remained in the remotest corner of the wagon\nin respectful silence.\n\"Something is wrong,\" thought the poor intimidated\nDog-catcher. \"I must ask the policeman what this all\nmeans.\" \"Officer,\"he called with a rather timid voice,\nHe took off his hat after a policeman had answered in-\ndignantly his call and inquired what the noise was about:\n\"I caught a poodle but perhaps the dog belongs to the"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "909", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3948, "texte": "Police Commissioner or maybe it is the property of a\nGeneral—\n\"Let's see how he looks,\" replied the policeman and\nleaned over the wagon. \"This one? Oh, you fool! You\nbelieve a General would have a shabby dog like this one?\nGenerals have Airedales or Russian hounds . . . and\nno Police Commissioner would own a dog like this . . .\nI am very well acquainted indeed with the dogs of all\nour police officials.\"\nFrom a nearby house door emerged a janitor and seeing\nthe poodle, he respectfully removed his £ap.\n\"What is the matter with you?\" asked the policeman\nsurprised. •\n\"This is the dog of the governor,\" was the janitor's\nsolemn answer.\nThe policeman seemed to feel the ground rocking under\nhis feet. \"The dog of the governor? And you have\ndared to catch it! Release him immediately, you\nscoundrel!\" And he gave the Dog-catcher such a punch\nin the jaw that the cap flew off his head. The Dog-\ncatcher did not reply. He did not even dare to say a\nword of protest and with trembling hands he opened the\ndoor of the wagon.\nThe policeman tried to attract the attention of the dog\nby whistling. \"I shall send *him home in a cab,\" he said.\n\"Oh, you confounded dog! how do you dare to let out\nthis poodle without a license,\" sounded the voice of the\npolice sergeant suddenly. \"Don't you know the police\nregulations?\"\nThe policeman seemed perfectly helpless and studdered:\n\"This is the dog of the governor . . .\"\nHis superior officer laughed heartily. \"You darn fobl,\ndo you believe that the governor's dog would be strolling\naround the city all alone? The dog of the governor is a\nsuperior being and always has a lackey or a chamber-maid\nas a servant. . . . Anyhow there isn't much t<s dis-\ncuss. Put that miserable brute into the wagon!\" he\nordered the dog-catcher.\nThe latter grabbed the poodle with brutal bestiality,\ngave him a kick and hurled him into the wagon.\n\"This surely is not an ordinary dog,\" remarked a sales-\nman of a nearby department store, \"one can see by his\nears that he has breeding, and just lqok! how clean he is,\nand how nicely combed!\"\nThe police sergeant thought deeply for a few minutes\nand then he said rather unconvinced: \"Maybe it is really\nthe dog of the governor.\" Suddenly he yelled full of\nanger at the Dog-catcher: \"Let that dog out immediately!\nDon't you see, you idiot, that he is a very well-bred dog?\"\n\"Ha, ha! a well-bred dog,\" mocked somebody right\nnear the police sergeant . \"Ha, ha, what a dog-fancier\n. . .!'\" All turned around and saw Magistrate\nPietrov.\n\"Good morning, Your Honor,\" called the police ser-\ngeant. \"So, in your opinion, this is only an ordinary dog?\"\n\"The worst alley dog, my dear man, I ever saw in my\nlife; he even has sore eyes. Who knpws but he might\neven be mad?\"\nThe police sergeant seemed to have lost his head. He\nstruck at the dog-catcher angrily with fists and ieet,\nscreaming at him:\n\"Go on, go on, you beast, I will teach you to let mad\ndogs walk about the streets. Hey, policeman! To-\nmorrow put him in jail for two days!\"\nThe dog-catcher's wagon went on and followed his\ncourse through the city and soon disappeared from the\nhorizon of those that had witnessed this incident.\nBut in about half-an-hour, at the same spot there as-\nsembled two police commissioners, three police sergeants\nand five policemen.\n\"Hasn't anybody here seen the Governor's poodle?\"\nasked one of the commissioners of the police sergeant on\nduty.\nThe sergeant was not able to say a word. But he\nstarted to run in the direction in which the vehicle of the\ndog-catcher had disappeared. He was followed by all the\npolice dignitaries.\nOn the following day the dog-catcher was condemned\nto three months hard labor.\nThe mayor of the city was fined to pay 500 roubels and\nhe was not allowed to commute the fine into a jail sentence.\nThe police sergeant was dismissed from the force for\nnegligence of duty.\nMiraculously enough the political editor of the local\npaper escaped punishment in this case."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "909", "page_fin": "909", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "In the Manner of Edgar Lee Masters", "titre_sommaire": "In the Manner of Edgar Lee Masters", "signature_source": "H. Thompson Rich", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "909", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 3950, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4387, "texte": "In the Manner of Edgar Lee Masters\nH. Thompson Rich.\nr | ' HERE was once a butcher\nWho, for love of a chorus-lady,\nDisembowelled himself with a meat-ax\nOn her sofa.\nNow I do not claim this was particularly wrong;\nI do not condemn the man.\nI simply say\nThat when a useful male animal\nWould make such miserable shift\nOver an amour with an abandoned woman,\nThere must be something rotten\nIn the moral fabric\nOf the community which bore him."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "909", "page_fin": "909", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Drawing by Clara Tice", "titre_sommaire": "Drawing by Clara Tice", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "909", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 4389, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4410, "texte": "Drawing by Clara Tice"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "910", "page_fin": "912", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Modern Craftsmanship", "titre_sommaire": "Modern Craftsmanship", "signature_source": "W. G. Blaikie Murdoch", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "910", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3999, "texte": "Modern Craftsmanship\n\nIT is usual to speak of modern craftsmanship in an\napologetic tone, and certainly this attitude is only too\njustifiable. For, if few beautiful pictures or statues are\nbeing wrought to-day, the present age shows itself yet\nmore incompetent where the applied arts are concerned.\nThe advent of machinery, occurring towards the middle\nof last century, dealt a terrible blow to fine craftsmen,\ntheir products having now to compete with those of com-\nmercial manufactories; and before long the craftsmen lost\nthe battle, the world preferring the hideous machine-made\ngoods to the lovely things fashioned by hand. Neverthe-\nless, machinery is not wholly responsible for the decline\nof craftsmanship, and a fair part of the blame must be\nlaid upon modern artists themselves. Because, with their\negotistical eagerness to gain prominence for their own\nnames, they mostly consider the applied arts an unworthy\nfield for their activities, and insist on painting the easel\npicture, or moulding the independent statue. It never\noccurs to them, seemingly, that even so divine a sculptor\nas Donatello was largely concerned with ecclesiastical\ndecoration; while a wealth of the greatest Italian painters,\ncontemporaneous with that master, were also occupied\nalmost exclusively with this task. Moreover, in what was\nperhaps the greatest of all periods in French art, the\nmid-eighteenth century, many of the rarest painters gladly\nspent their talents on decorating china or furniture; while\nin England of Georgian times, Chippendale was elected\na member of the Society of Arts, his name being inscribed\nin its muster-roll hard by the names of Reynolds, Dr,\nJohnson and Horace Walpole. In fine, the great cabinet-\nmaker was thought as important a member of the Society\nas the expert, the scholar, and the portraitist; and this\nspirit of honour towards the craftsmen, together with that\nreadiness on the part of good sculptors and painters to\nwaive doing independent works—these are among the\nthings which must be reinstated, would the applied arts\nonce more prosper. Nor is it inconceivable that a rein-\nstatement of this sort will begin to take place at no very\ndistant date, the recent exhitjition at the Little Gallery,\nE. 40th Street, proving that at least some endeavour in the\ndirection is being made to-day; and it is proposed to ex-\nplain, in this article, just how that interesting exhibition\ncame to be held. But, before doing so, it behooves to\ndevote a few words to the new magazine, Form, whose\npublication is likewise, in a sense, a step towards the\ngreater honouring of the handicrafts.\nForm\n' In contradistinction to most journals of an aspirational,\nand therefore unpopular kind, Form is not the organ of\nan actual school, a group of writers or painters sharing a\ngiven aim. It must not be confounded*with Blast, for\ninstance, instituted by the \"Vorticists\" for expounding\ntheir own creed; and the n.ew periodical embodies con-\ntributing, alike by artists of acknowledged reputation, and\nby quite young men. Two of its best poems are by Mr.\nLawrence Binyon, while as to the younger poets repre-\nsented, the one showing by far the rarest gifts is Mr.\nWalter de la Mare, a lyric by him having a gentle,\nandante music to which Verlaine himself would surely\nhave done homage. The outstanding prose item is a\ntravel-sketch by Mr. Cunninghame Graham, while that\nvery talented draughtsman in pen-and-ink, Mr. E. J.\nSullivan, contributes an essay, The Grotesque, which re-\nveals him as a really sparkling writer, his wit withal being\nhere and there of a somewhat Rabelaisian order. Mr.\nFrederick Carter's drawings are all weak save one called\nImagination, its topic a group of nude figures; while the\nmany drawings by Mr. Austin Spare are not nearly as\nstrong as his earlier things, for example those in his de-\nlightful Book of Satyrs; and a woodcut by Mr. C. H.\nShannon is in no way comparable to the lithographs he\ndid fifteen or twenty years ago, marking him as easily"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "911", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4302, "texte": "the finest lithographer since Whistler. However, Mr.\nShannon's woodcut, along with one by Mr. Frank Brang-\nwyn, and a beautiful lithograph by Mr. Charles Ricketts,\nare exactly what give Form its especial importance. For\nalthough there are numerous magazines ready to offer\nhospitality to good prose or verse, there exists likewise\nabundant facilities for exhibiting pictures and statues, the\nexquisite crafts of wood-engraving and lithography are\nsadly without adequate means for winning the keen in-\nterest they deserve. That torpid institution, the Royal\nAcademy, has always neglected them studiously, which\nis the more regrettable considering how wide the\nAcademy's influence is, and it is culpable again for never\ntrying to foster good printing. Now Form embodies\ndivers typographical ventures, there being here sundry\nfine initial letters; while various styles are employed in\nthe different pages, some being set with a very decorative\ntype, akin to what William Morris used for his famous\nChaucer. And, if all these ventures are not completely\nsuccessful, they certainly represent an ambtiion of a sig-\nnally praiseworthy sort.\nMr. C. R. Ashbee\nThe exhibition at the Little Gallery was principally\ncomposed of metal work and jewelry, the things having\nbeen made by the Guild of Handicraft. This is an English\nbody, founded by Mr. C. R. Ashbee, who is an architect\nby profession, author besides of many fine drawings and\npoems, along with writings in prose. And being long a\nclose friend of William Morris, he early came to share\nthat master's passion for good craftsmanship, his firm be-\nlief that beautiful household goods are perforce made by\nhand, with the result that he inaugurated, in a poor part\nof London, a school of design whose pupils were recruited\nexclusively from the Artisan class. Here nearly every-\nthing belonging to a category of applied art was taught,\nand soon the exploit expanded into the Guild aforesaid,\nits members being frequently commissioned to carry out\nthe decoration of whole rooms, if not houses or churches.\nNevertheless the affair was soon menaced inevitably by\nfinancial difficulties; and thereupon Mr. Ashbee, realizing\nwell that union is strength, took a new, and still more\ninteresting step. Contriving to acquire a piece of land\nin the south of England, he built on it a tiny village; and\nhere the craftsmen working under his tuition now live\ntogether, each having his own separate cottage, of course,\nbut a kind of masonic regime existing among the members,\nwhile they have a library and various other necessities in\ncommon. United thus, these workers are able to hold\ntheir own against the purely commercial houses; while the\nbeautiful things they make are mostly sold through an\nagency in London, whence came those which were shown\nat the Little Gallery. The whole idea is a most excellent\none, and it is to be hoped that, indue course, something\nof the same species be attempted here in America.\nThe Book Beautiful\nEvery writer, caring as much for the visible, as for the\nliterary arts, must have dreamt fondly, now and then, of\nproducing his works in a guise wholly chosen by himself,\nprinting his every page with his own hands, and giving\nto the arrangement of title-pages, and so forth, that loving\nartistry which is practically unknown among ordinary\ntypographers. Very few men, however, have been lucky\nenough to realize this dream; but Mr. Ashbee has been\nfortunate herein, hand-printing being one of the arts\npractised by his Guild. He designed personally the\nbeautiful, if slightly cryptic type used by his press, known\nas the Essex House; and it has printed the majority of his\nrecent writings, for instance An Endeavour towards the\nTeaching of John Ruskin and William Morris, Conradin:\nA Ballad, and Echoes from the City of the Sun, the last-\nnamed embodying, memorable decorative items by the\nauthor. Nor have his works monopolized the activities\nof the press, for it has also sent out many classics, among\nthem Gray's Elegy, Tennyson's Maudand Bunyan's\nPilgrim's Progress. All these books contain lovely wood-\ncut illustrations, notably a few by Miss Clerrience\nHousman, with others by Mr. Reginald Savage. And\nat some future date, no doubt, the Essex House publica-\ntions will be sought for as sedulously as Elzevirs or Al-"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "912", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 154, "texte": "dines; while then too, perhaps, Mr. Ashbee will at last\nreceive due honour for his fostering of good craftsmanship.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "910", "page_fin": "910", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.11.1", "titre_corps": "Finis. By Charles Rickets in \"Form\"", "titre_sommaire": "Finis. By Charles Rickets in \"Form\"", "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": "910", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 4001, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4036, "texte": "Finis. By Charles Rickets in \"Form\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "910", "page_fin": "910", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.11.2", "titre_corps": "Illustration by Aubrey Beardsley", "titre_sommaire": "Illustration by Aubrey Beardsley", "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": "910", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 4038, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4070, "texte": "Illustration by Aubrey Beardsley"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "911", "page_fin": "911", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.11.3", "titre_corps": "From an Old English Chap Book", "titre_sommaire": "From an Old English Chap Book", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "911", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 4304, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4333, "texte": "From an Old English Chap Book"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "912", "page_fin": "912", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "Is He an Artist?", "titre_sommaire": "Is He an Artist?", "signature_source": "Dennis Denmore", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "912", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 156, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5588, "texte": "Herbert Beerbohm Tree\nIs He an Artist?\nDennis Denmore\njH ROM a struggling player in the German theatre of\n* an East Side locality in London to the most dis-\ntinguished actor in the metropolis of the world, is a long\nstretch. This, however, has been accomplished by Herbert\nBeerbohm, later Mr. Tree and now Sir Herbert Tree.\nTo-day, Sir Herbert Tree is an institution. Londoners\nattend his productions as faithfully as they patronize the\nDerby races. And like all institutions, he is likely to\narouse the criticism and often the ire of the young artist,\npulsating with a restlessness and a hunger for newer\ninroads into life and beauty.\nThe home of Tree productions is His Majesty's Theatre\nin Haymarket, truly one of the most magnificent and\nbeautiful playhouses in London. Here there is presented\na continual flow of new and old plays, in which the art\nof Tree as producer, manager and actor is afforded the\nfullest scope and before an audience that is ever ready to\napplaud, to acclaim and to praise. In defining this\npeculiar hold over a vast number of playgoers evercised\nby Tree, it is necessary to point out that he has always\nsat on the right side of the public. Tree's attitude has\nbeen that the public can be trusted to appreciate the good\nand high in drama and when a very fine type of play had\nbeen placed with infinite care upon the boards of His\nMajesty's Theatre and had not received the support that\nit deserved, Tree has been very careful not to harrangue\nthe public for their lack of appreciation. Good-humoredly\nhe taken his \"defeat\" and the public was given to\nunderstand that the management of His Majesty's Theatre\nunderstands its attitude. Thus with a public that \"has\never been diplomatically and gently handled, Tree has\nestablished himself as a marked favourite of whom it is\nproud and of whom it carries the illusion (this is\nimportant) that it \"possesses.\" The public is never happy\nwith a dramatist like Shaw, whom it can never control or\na politician like Lloyd George capable of outbursts or a\nman like Winston Churchill ever on the verge of changing\npolitical colour. The public requires of its idols that they\nshall meet with its fixed ideas of, them. Thus they like\nAsquith in politics; Mrs. Humphrey Ward in literature;\nthe\"Daily News\" in Journalism and Herbert Tree in the\ntheatre.\nAll this might be taken as a disparagement of the noted\nactor. But this is not meant. As an actor, Tree stands\nout to-day as one of the foremost in his profession. What\nhe has done, however, which will prove of little importance\nwhen the summing of his life work is considered, is his\nattempt with that of Sir George Alexander to make acting\na \"respectable\" profession, instead of allowing it to re-\nmain a great art, above respectability and the social ideas\nand amenities of the current generation. The taking part\nin public affairs, the opening of charity bazaars, the entry\nof the latter (Sir George Alexander) into municipal poli-\ntics, the association of both in favor of the vague thing\ncalled patriotism and their joint culminating crime in\naccepting knighthoods at the hand of their King, are all\nacts which deter from the purposes for which true artists\nmust live. One of the most tragic acts in the career of\nthat most gifted of living actors, Johnston Forbes Robert-\nson, was his acceptance of a knighthood. It had been\nhoped by his admirers that so great an artist would not\nhave fallen. The tremendous influence of class, however,\ndoes not apparently ever leave those who have been born\nor who have lived for a considerable time in England.\nThe personality of Tree on the stage is powerful and\ningratiating. His voice has a mellow strength and the\nquality of arousing a liking for after it has been heard\nseveral times, although on first hearing, it may appear\ngrating to the ears.\nTree's productions are most lavish. The scenery is\nspecially painted and the furnishing is of the most luxurious\ncharacter. His innovations are many and whilst they\ngive pleasure to the eye they often crowd out the at-\nmosphere peculiar to the author's mind when he conceived\nthe play. Thus in the Merchant of Venice, in which Tree\ngives an excellent performance of Shylock, the impression\ndrawn is that one is witnessing a performance of a play\nin which there is three quarters Tree and one quarter\nShakespeare. The productions fairly teem with innova-\ntions. Yet very few of Tree's innovations are of a quality\nwhich will, in any considerable degree, affect stake pro-\nduction of the future. None seem significant or truly\nbeautiful.\nThe greatest character portrayal of Tree is that of\nFalstaff; in this part he excells. Tree has splendid physi-\ncal attributes, a wonderful and robust form; magnificent\nhead and strange piercing eyes. In the part of Falstaff,\nhe utilizes his large physical frame to unique advantage\nand this with a fine understanding of the character and his\nsplendid boistrous acting,-has spread Tree's fame through-\nout the world. Tree's Malvolio is another triumph of\nacting.\nThe place is not here to discuss the long role of the\npartswhe has played. Herbert Beerbohm Tree is an actor,\nwho, whilst he has a distinguished and powerful follow-\ning, would have become a still greater actor, had he not\nensconsed himself in the lap of the public opinion. An\nactor who enrolls himself as \"special constable\" in\norder to benefit the community, may be a good citizen,\nbut can he, also be a great artist?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "912", "page_fin": "912", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Votes for Women", "titre_sommaire": "Votes for Women", "signature_source": "T. W. H. Crosland", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "912", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 5590, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6211, "texte": "Votes for Women\nT. W. H. Crosland\nIT ARK how their shining effigies are set\nA * For ever on the firmament of Time,\nLike lovely words caught in a lovely rhyme,\nOr silver stars kept in a faery net.\nIvory and marble hold them for us yet,\nAnd all our blossomy memories of them chime\nWith all the honest graces of the prime—\nHelen, and, Ruth, Elaine, and Juliet.\nAnd You, in this consolate London square,\nFlaunting an ill-considered purple hat\nAnd mud-stained, rumpled, bargain counter coat,\nYou of the broken tooth and buttered hair,\nAnd idiot eye and cheeks that bulge with fat,\nSprawl on the flagstones chalking for a vote!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "913", "page_fin": "913", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.14", "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": 13, "page_imprimee": "913", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 32, "texte": "In Our Village"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "913", "page_fin": "913", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.14.1", "titre_corps": "A Few Natives as observed on Bleecker Street by Jack Flanagan", "titre_sommaire": "A Few Natives as observed on Bleecker Street by Jack Flanagan", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "913", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 34, "fin_caractere_exclue": 95, "texte": "A Few Natives as observed on Bleecker Street by Jack Flanagan"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "914", "page_fin": "915", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "Germany, Literature and the War", "titre_sommaire": "Germany, Literature and the War", "signature_source": "Hans Von Weber", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "914", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6678, "texte": "Germany, Literature and the War\n\n(/ received the following letter from Mr. Hans Weber,\nMunich, Germany. Mr. Von Weber is one of the best\nknown German publishers. He controls serveral monthly\nmagazines and weekly publications devoted to art and\nliterature. During the last twenty years he cultivated\nthe (tbook beautiful\" and his press 'Hyperion Press/J is\nwell known all over the world for the production of\nbeautiful specimens of printing, and of masterpieces of\nliterature. He is president of the German Association of\nPublishers and was one of the trustees of the Board of Di-\nrectors of the recent International Exposition in Leipzig.)\nYOU lament in your recent letter the fact that all\nGerman articles about the present situation of litera-\nture and the conditions of the book-market in Germany,\nsubmitted to you, are saturated with hatred against our\nenemies with glorifications of the Kaiser and with de-\ntestable submissiveness and servility of men that are but\nsubjects of their ruler and that such articles are of no\ninterest whatever for Americans. You cite Remy de\nGourmont and his article about the present state of\nliterary matters in France which appeared in a previous\nnumber of your journal as an example of cool and neutral\nspirit. I admire greatly the coldbloodedness of Remy de\nGourmont who can write such nice and quiet resumes at\nsuch times and I shall do my best to find a German who\ncould do equally. But I am sorry to say that I have to\nstate for myself and I dare say for most of us, we don t\ncare very much what you the water thifik of us,\nconsidering all the measures America—the official Amer-\nica—concluded to take against Germany. We are rather\nslow in thinking, but if our thinking machine once starts\n° to operate it works exactly and intensively—and we came\nto the conclusion that we cannot find understanding for\nall our peculiarities, those that make German character.\nWe simply have to wait till you in the country of eternal\nbusiness realize again how convenient we are to work with\nand that you need us. 1 hat we are not disposed to court\na country that does not only do its best to supply our\nenemies—enemies that do their best to starve us out with\nnecessities of life in abundance—but also furnishes them\nwith guns, cannon and ammunition. (Three hundred\nof the finest Americans cannons of excellent make were\ntaken by our troops recently in East Prussia.) AVe leave\nit with pleasure to Japanese activities to change your\nopinion about us as you know the Japanese are our pupils\nand their knowledge is based upon German schooling. I\ndon't blame you that you accuse us of the \"glorification of\nimperialism\" and \"that certain servile spirit that goes with\nit.\" It is not only the Atlantic Ocean that lies between\nour two countries; it is necessary to have been here among\nus during those last months, those months of wonderful,\nglorious happiness (notwithstanding the tragic seriousness\nof all that happened) to be able to grasp the links that\nchain us Germans to our Kaiser.\n\"Servility?\" In what country does the cradle of social\ndemocracy stand? Where had social democracy more\nenemies, especially in Governmental circles, and where did\nDemocracy win the greatest victory over any government,\nno matter if imperial or republican? Somebody or some-\nthing is always adored in every country. It might be a\nbig man or a group of big men, or the woman as a sex,\nor his majesty, the people or it is the friendship to our\nKaiser, which you choose to call adoration. But don't you\nthink that the average state of education among our people\nalone, (which has hardly one illiterate) gives me the right\nto call ourselves the most democratically ruled people of\nthe world?\nYou ask about the state of affairs among periodical\npublications and daily papers. There is not one periodical\nthat suspended publication on account of the outbreak of\nthe war. But there are several dozens of magazines which\nhave doubled their volume since the mobilization, increas-\ning considerably their circulation. (Here follows an\nenumeration of 48 German periodicals, illustrated month-\nlies and weeklies and statistical dates of their increase.)\nThe daily papers especially in larger cities and of good\nrepute increased their circulation and size beyond the be-\nlief of possibilities. Six average a daily edition of one\nmillion copies—for German circumstances an enormous,\nmonster figure. The most read is \"Die Frankfurter\nZeitung.\" (Here follows the enumeration of the most\nimportant daily papers with statistics of circulation, ad-\nvertising, increase and decrease, and material printed.)\nAbout one hundred daily papers had to suspend publi-\ncation in the first week after the declaration of war. These\nwere mostly papers in smaller cities, whose financial stand-\ning was bad previous to the present complications, or in\nmany cases where one man had been publisher and editor,\nassisted perhaps by his son or some other relative and had\nbeen called to arms. There was no time to make arrange-\nments for the temporary continuation of the paper and\nso it was suspended.\nAnd now to the production and the disposal of books.\nOf course, in the first months, there was no business at\nall. Maps were manufactured and disposed of as quickly\nas they came from the presses. Later on the production\nfo war literature started, but now we really do not know\nthat there is wTar at all. Business is carried on just like\nin times of peace, and what is most wonderful, my own\nspeciality, the production of the book beautiful, and the\nselling of books de luxe is flourishing. We, in Germany,\nwould know little about the war that is carried on in our\nenemies' country, if there were pot telegrams which keep\nus posted about the operations in the field, and if the\nstreet pictures with the many soldiers did not remind us\nthat we are in arms.\nNecessities of life and heating material are partly\ncheaper, partly more expensive, compared to prices before\nAugust Ist, 1914. But market prices are varying always\neven in times of peace. Of course there are articles which\nare especially needed by our troops, like blankets and\nleather. These are rather scarce, but everybody could\nforesee this, and lay in a good stock long ago.\nAccording to the statistics of the exchange of German\nbook-dealers we published during the last five months of\n1914, fourteen thousand volumes of books, (there were\nonly 300 published in France). lam enclosing a clipping\nthat appeared this week in the Berliner Tageblatt about\nthree of my new publications de luxe. Subscriptions to\nthese very expensive works of art were all solicited after\nthe outbreak of the war. You can judge for yourself that"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2162, "texte": "such a war does not reflect upon the population at home\nas severely as you outsiders imagine. Only the conscious-\nness of not being out there with our brothers at the front\nmakes us feel rather uncomfortable. I, for my part, was\nrefused several times on account of my weak heart.\nMore excitement than by war telegrams is being created\nhere in Munich by the new utra-modern exhibition of\n\"Die Neue Munchener Sezession.\" I do not know if\nyou in America are properly introduced to the Futurists\nand Cubists and all the other \"ists.\" It is really unbe-\nlievable in what theories they indulge and what they dare\nto transform into practice. Naturally a genius might be\nslumbering in one or the other of these artists, a genius\nthat the future has in store for us. But mostly know-\nnothingness, incapability and the thirst for sensationalism\nis hiding behind those vivid colors which in most cases\nhave not even traceable forms and lines.\nI am mailing you under seperate cover a few of the\nperiodicals published by me. I am afraid you will find\nin them that spirit that you call hatred and against which\nyou protest as not in harmony with literature and art, but\npray do no forget that we are surrounded by hatred, that\nwas carefully nursed and grown against us for tens of\nyears, meant to undermine the fruits of our hard labor.\nOur writers have no fish-blood in their veins and what\nyou call hatred is in reality a cry of indignation.\nI wish to emphasize that the accusations that appeared\nin several English journals regarding the book treasures\nexhibited by France, Russia, Japan and England during\nthe recent exhibition of graphic arts and book making in\nLeipzig is not based on facts. We do not intend to keep\nthese treasures or to steal them from the righteous pro-\nprietors. Even the smallest pamphelt as well as the books\nworth hundreds of thousands of dollars, are securely locked\nup in safe deposit vaults and will be safely returned to\ntheir proprietors in foreign countries after the conclusion\nof the war.\nPlease do not take these lines personally, but you asked\nme questions and here are the answers.\nVery sincerely yours,\n\nHans Von Weber"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "915", "page_fin": "915", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Burning Waters", "titre_sommaire": "Burning Waters", "signature_source": "Catulle Mendes ; Translated from the French by Renee Lacoste", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 2164, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3532, "texte": "Burning Waters\nBy Catulle Mendes\n(Translated from the French by Renee Lacoste)\nINASMUCH as he was consumed by fever—the cruel\nfever of love—the poor lover decided to bathe in the\ncalm and cool river which flowed over such smooth\npebbles.\nHe had been told:\n\"Seeing that you suffer without hope and without re-\nprieve, seeing that on your heart, your forehead, and your\nlips are stamped the incandescent flushes of eternally un-\nfulfilled desires, it would be advisable for you to go in\nthese waters and remain there a long time, as they have\nbeen credited since time immemorial with possessing the\npower of extinguishing the conflagrations of passion, and\nmany a one who wasn't any less strcken than you has felt\ntheir good effects. The whole countryside can bear wit-\nness to this.\"\nHe slid from the bank into the river. No sooner had\nhe stepped into the waters than he felt as if his whole\nbody were in the embrace of liye coals, as if it were\nenveloped in flames. He fled through the open country.\nBurns lacerated all parts of his body, devouring and con-\nsuming him. Never before had he experienced such un-\nbearable tortures.\nThat evening when he complained about it to the one\nwho didn't love him, she said:\n\"Ah! I know the reason well enough. It is because one\nday while I was passing by this river I dropped in it one\nof the tiny flowers which adorned my hair.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "915", "page_fin": "915", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "Gravity of Breakfast", "titre_sommaire": "Gravity of Breakfast", "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": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 3534, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4453, "texte": "Gravity of Breakfast\nW/HETHER breakfast is the most serious and silent\nmeal, because it is first, or because it is the soberest\nit is difficult to say; but it does generally pass without\nmuch talk, or, at all events, without much talk that is\nworth recording. Punsters very seldom pun at breakfast,\nand the narrators of long-winded stories are at that time\nmore sparing of their tales. There is then seldom any\nargumentative discussion or any play of wit. Breakfast\nis altogether a matter of business, an affair of life and\ndeath, because if people did not break their fast, they could\nnot live. Dinner is quite another thing ;that is more a\nmatter of pleasure than of business; and they who speak\nof the pleasures of the table, are supposed to allude to\ndinner, and not to breakfast. A man may dine with\nColonel Roosevelt five days in the week; but it is a much\nmore serious matter to breakfast with Colonel Roosevelt."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "915", "page_fin": "915", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "A Contented Native of Greenwich Village (He is a Landlord). By Jack Flanagan", "titre_sommaire": "A Contented Native of Greenwich Village (He is a Landlord). By Jack Flanagan", "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": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 4455, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4531, "texte": "A Contented Native of Greenwich Village (He is a\nLandlord). By Jack Flanagan"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "915", "page_fin": "915", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "And such is the blessing of truth: it permits us to remain", "titre_sommaire": "And such is the blessing of truth: it permits us to remain", "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": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 4533, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4896, "texte": "And such is the blessing of truth: it permits us to remain\nalways the same. He who wears a mask has to change it\nfrom time to time in order not to be recognized.\nHonor your dead—but not at the expense of your riving.\nYou might do deadly injury to vanity but you never can\nkill it.\nNot to know how to use your talent is still harder than\nnot to have talent at all."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "916", "page_fin": "916", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Why and How I Got Married", "titre_sommaire": "Why and How I Got Married", "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": "916", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 457, "texte": "Why and How I Got Married\nMany hundred stories, brief and lengthy accounts, arrive every week at the desk of our Contest Editor. Most\nof them testify that marriage, even in our commonplace age, preserves its old romance and that to relate a story of\nhow Grandfather took Grandmother urges the pen into hands not otherwise ambitious of literary achievement. A\nhandful of these stories will be chosen every week for the perusal of our readers."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "916", "page_fin": "916", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "Wife His Teacher", "titre_sommaire": "Wife His Teacher", "signature_source": "I. B", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "916", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 459, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2290, "texte": "Wife His Teacher\nI. B.\nIN the time of the revolutionary period of 1905 almost every\nyoung person, in Russia, was eager to free the country\nfrom the paws of the Russian bear.\nI was one of the inspired young men who threw myself, with\nmy whole soul, into the revolutionary movement.\nAmong our comrades and associates, there was a beautiful\nyoung girl, Masha. She had soon noticed my illiteracy, and\nproposed to teach me how to read and write the Russian\nlanguage.\nWith tears of joy in my eyes I accepted her proposition.\nI was then twenty years of age, a shoemaker by trade.\nWhen I was eight years of age, my parents, very poor, gave\nme away to a master shoemaker, as an apprentice, to learn the\ntrade for four years without pay. In the fifth year I was\nsupposed to get twenty roubles with an increase of five roubles\nevery successive year.\nMy friendship to Masha soon turned into a burning love.\nBoth of us Were soon arrested, for distributing illegal literature.\nMasha, owing to the influence of her wealthy parents, was soon\nreleased from prison without a trial.\nHer parents have been trying their utmost to have me sent\naway to Siberia, at least for a couple of years, in order tnat I, a\npoor shoemaker, should not be able to associate with their\ndaughter.\nI escaped with only six months of imprisonment.\nOur town became too hot for revolutionists, and as soon as\nI had been released from prison, Masha and I concluded to\ngo to America.\nWith great difficulty, we came to the Island of Tears and\nSuffering.\nWe were not permitted to enter the land of the free and\nthe brave unless we marry.\nOn the next day, we were marching the streets of the\nMetropolis, as husband and wife, looking for some work.\nMany changes took place in our married life, since then, but\n• we are not sorry, and are always recollecting our past with a\nsmile."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "916", "page_fin": "916", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "She is Magnanimous", "titre_sommaire": "She is Magnanimous", "signature_source": "L. W", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "916", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 2292, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4528, "texte": "She is Magnanimous\nL. W.\nSEVEN years ago I was spending the summer as usual near\na large lake in northern Maine. I knew all the guides in\nthis region of the Big Woods. One of them, a chum of mine\nsince little-girlhood, took me canoeing one night and said, \"I\nhave a 'boarder' coming to my camp to-morrow; a young artist,\na German.\" \"He's mine, Blackhawk,\" I responded quickly.\n\"Save him for me.\"\nThe next day I strolled through the woods along the shore-\npath which led past Blackhawk's camp. A strange young man\nwas casting for trout from a rock near the shore, and as I ap-\nproached he landed a fine big fish. The excitement led to an\nanimated conversation, which resulted in my showing him how\nto lay a camp fire and cook his precious trout. Four days later\nwe climbed the mountain together, affianced lovers—and within\nthe month we were married.\nHe was penniless, so was I. We believed in Love, in Art,\nand in each other. What more was necessary? We came to\nNew York and starved in a tiny attic room on Washington\nSquare South. ... A little son came. . . . He died.\n. . . Painting pictures means that one must have paints and\ncanvas—money can buy them, but food must be bought first, and\nthen there is no more money. As my man's talent lies deeper\nthan cigarette posters and pretty-pretty girls he has never yet\nbeen \"discovered.\" So years have passed in fruitless struggle.\nSometimes he has earned the food and shelter, sometimes I\nhave. Twice since I have become a mother—children have\nbeen our only luxuries.\nNow we have broken the nasty claws of poverty in our own\nway. The children are boarding with kind country people. I\nam working at the literary work that I love and barely sup-\nporting myself and them. My man is working out his problem\nfor himself—where I do not know—but this I do know, that\nultimately he will win, that he will gain the leisure and the\nmoney to enable him to paint the pictures that are his life.\nOf course no one understands my view of this. . . . If I\ndesired it I could swim in the sympathy of all who now dare\nnot voice their indignation, but I desire no sympathy for myself\n—rather for the man who through all these years of struggle\nhas kept faith enough in himself to give up all except his aim."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "916", "page_fin": "917", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "Pride and Stubbornness", "titre_sommaire": "Pride and Stubbornness", "signature_source": "P. P", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "916", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 4530, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5990, "texte": "Pride and Stubbornness\n\nIN my father's house there were seven daughters and three\nsons. The sons were born to die like other folks. The\ndaughters were born to marry.\nCounting from the oldest down, or the youngest up, I was\nthe middle one. When I was sixteen my mother began talking\nabout my chances of marriage. Three sisters were already\nsettled and though there was nothing to object to in my broth-\ners-in-law, I could see nothing in the least alluring in the pros-\npect of annexing another of the same type. It all looked very\nhumdrum. I had the idea of getting away from country life\nand there was no way of doing this excepting by marrying a\ncity man. That variety was scarce. However, at a trifle past\nseventeen I met the man, who besides hailing from the Capital\nCity of the State, possessed qualities that appealed to the vein\nof romance in my make-up. He was handsome and he was not\nwhat the country folks described as \"steady.\" He had no set-\ntled employment and he was of such a general character that\nthe members of my family who sat in the seats of the mighty\nwould have none of him. He was not allowed to enter my\nfather's house. Our meetings and correspondence were cared\nfor by mutual friends. So, in this handsome boy, four years\nolder than myself I saw the misjudged hero of all the romances\nI had ever read or imagined.\nOf course, there were urgings for a clandestine marriage, but\nto this I would not consent. My father was a Baltimore man"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "917", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 828, "texte": "and had the old school Southerner's ideas of protecting and\nmanaging his family. His edict was I should never marry this\nman in his house, and if I married- him anywhere else the\nhome would be shut against me forever after. I inherited some\nof his old stubbornness. I would be married at home and\nnowhere else.\nThere was a five years' engagement. The opposition of the\nfamily was growing shaky, but, at twenty-two my ideas had\ngrown to fit the other ma?i.\nTo oppose this change there were my old style sense of\nhonor. My word was given. So on a rainy day in June I\nwas married to my early fancy and went away with him,\ntaking what comfort I could to my heavy heart in the fact\nthat I was envied by my girl friends because of my handsome\nhusband, and that my home would be in the Capital City of\nthe State.\n\nP. P."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "917", "page_fin": "917", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "The ACT VII", "titre_sommaire": "The ACT VII", "signature_source": "Translated by Lord Dunsany", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "917", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 830, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5377, "texte": "The Thlobbon of Sappanal\nACT VII\nTranslated by Lord Dunsany\nScene: The great hall at Ilaunos.\nTime: The year after the fifteenth festival of the\nAkneian mysteries.\nThe King is seated on the Throne of Skyadax, in the\nmidst of the splendid hall, looking out through the win-\ndow over the golden plains towards Heliostahn. Queen\nThyape is near him with attendants.\nTwelve men, entirely in grey, pass slowly over the\nstage at intervals of seven paces. They can scarcely see\nin the strong morning light, because they have never\nbefore left the caverns beneath the palace. Each one\nsalutes the King by uplifted hand as he passes the crystal\nthrone, and says to him \"This is the day.\" The King\nmotions at once to two of his spear-guard, who slip away\nfrom the hall.\nThe King (to Thyape)—So we shall never go to\nHeliostahn.\nThyape—We shall even yet go to Heliostahn, and sing\ntheir pastoral song. (To the King's Envoy) : Summon\nthe thakbars and the loyal and the sworn. Bid them\ncome armed at once. It is the day.\nThe King—We shall never come to the gates of Helio-\nstahn, nor sit by the river of Kyfe.\nThyape—lt was an idle prophhecy.\nThe King—ls not the sky bloodshot? Is there no\ntrouble among the winds?\nAn Attendant (leaning from the window)—There is\nno trouble among the winds to-day. The sky is like a\nturquoise that the mountaineers have found.\nThe King—Doth nothing evil come from Ektherana?\nAttendant—Nothing from Ektherana, save a far* speck\nof dust.\n(From now on the chiefs come in by twos and threes.\nPresently the two spearsmen of the guard come back to\nthe hall, dragging between them the slave who is destined\nto be king. Again the King casts his spear at him, and\nweeps when it harmlessly strikes a pillar of cedar.)\nThe King—At least let him be flogged.\n(The spearguard set upon the slave and wound and\nbeat him before the King.\nAll the King's thakbars and soldanos are by now\ngathered round him with weapons in their hands. On a\nsign from Thakbar Odwahn, they say in unison the oath\nto the dynasty of Skyadax.\nA sound of musick is heard far off.)\nA Spearsman of the Guard (looking out by the win-\ndow)—A company of camels is coming from Ektherana.\n(There is a silence among those assembled but for the\nmoans of the slave and the sound of the spearsmen wound-\ning him.)\nA Thakbar (to the Chieftain of the spear-guard) —\nThe musick has a sound as of silver drums.\nChieftain—lt is like to silver drums.\nThakbar—Silver drums strangely beaten.\nSeveral Voices at once—lt is the tune of the prophecy.\n(Henceforward, all listen, rapt to the strange musick\nwhich continues to grow louder; nobody speaks, and all\nforget the King.)\nThe King (to the Prophet of the Dynasty)—lt is the\ntune of the prophecy:\n(The Prophet of the Dynasty does not notice him, but\nstands listening to the musick.)\nThe King (clutching his wrist)—lt is the tune of the\nprophecy.\n(The Prophet of the Dynasty nods his head.\nThe spearsmen of the guard cease wounding the slave\nand listen to the musick. It grows so loud that his moans\nare audible no longer.\nFour powerful men enter. They have grizzly beards\nand are blind. By the taps and touches whereby they\nsign to each other, they appear to be also dumb. They\nmove apart and bend forward, each stretching out a hand,\nand moving grotesquely with a kind of dance, in step to\nthe tune outside, they grope about the hall. It is clear\nthat they are hunting for the King. Still all the King's\nmen stand motionless, still listening to the tune. The\nKing sits pale and silent, not deigning to descend from\nthe Throne of Skyadax. The four men draw silver pipes\nwith their left hands out of their tunics and play on them\nas they move, and by the sound they keep in perfect line.\nThe tune is the same as the one that is played outside.\nWhen their clutching right hands touch one of the thak-\nbars or soldanos, they withdraw it and keep on\nAt last one lays a crooked hand on the Throne of Sky-\nadax ; his pipe utters a sudden and shrill skirl. The other\nthree draw in. They grip the King, who neither speaks\nnor resists, and walking erect, he is led away between their\nungainly figures.\nPresently, by an unseen hand outside, his crown is\nthrown into the hall, and is gently placed by the Prophet\nof the Dynasty on the slave's bleeding forehead as he lies\non the onyx floor, the rest continuing as it were in a\ntrance. And as soon as this is accomplished, the sound of\nthe magical tune grows rapidly fainter and fainter.\nAt seven paces interval, the twelve grey men* return,\nand each uplifts his hand as he passes the slave.)\nCURTAIN."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "917", "page_fin": "917", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "Often we tell to somebody else what we would like to", "titre_sommaire": "Often we tell to somebody else what we would like to", "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": "917", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 5379, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5589, "texte": "Often we tell to somebody else what we would like to\nkeep secret before our own selves.\nHappiness ? Unhappiness ?\nPerhaps they are only various degrees of power, and\nhappiness we call what we are able to exert."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c034", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c034", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "918", "page_fin": "918", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.26", "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": "918", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 425, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5372, "texte": "Jean\nBy Orrick Johns\nHE took her arm and they walked along happily. She\npulled him over and walked in the gutter while he\nwalked on the curb. \"I feel like it's raining and I'm bare-\nfooted and it's just a joy,\" she said. She told him she had\nto fix her sixter's doll; she never played with dolls, they\nwere so foolish. She laughed and said, \"It ain't hard to\nhave a baby. I know all about it.\" He answered, \"Shut up\nnow.\" Jean told him he would have to be good now until\nhe died, because his mother would know everything he did.\nWhen they came by the house again she wanted to sit on\nthe steps. \"It's so nice here because nobody's inside; but\nwe'll have to talk in whispers, anyway, on account of your\nmother.\" She asked him, \"What would you rather be,\nMartin? I'd rather be a heroine and save a child from a\nfire—and be all scarred up so I had to stay in the hospital\nand get flowers.\" He said she would surely court death;\nthat her dress would fly out and catch a flame if there\nwere any to speak of. She said, \"Yes, I know it's awful;\nbut it would be fun, too.\" Then she told him he would\nbe rich now, with only himself. She sighed and scratched\nher hand on his rough one, as she always did when they\nwere alone. She liked to have him make her stop it, be-\ncause then she would tussle with him and sometimes he\nwould hurt her. Martin thought from what she said and\ndid that she liked being hurt more than anything.\nHe said no, he would never be any good and could not\never marry, because he might have children. He thought\nit was wrong to have children unless you could send them\nto school even after they got big. \"Yes, all our people\nare such fools,\" said Jean. She was standing up on the\nstep and he was below her. She suddenly closed her eyes\nand stiffened up. Then she said, \"Oh!\" and started to\nfall. He caught her just in time and her weight came\nfull against him. He wondered that she was so light and\n. seemed so little. All at once he felt himself aching all\nover and did not remember anything more except her hair\nin his mouth and her face in front of his, right up against\nit. The face did not seem like hers at all, it was close to\nhim, and it was three times as big as hers and looked so\nwild. They both made funny little sounds in their throats\nwhen he let her go. Martin's throat was so dry he Could\nnot speak. He took her arm without knowing it and they\nwalked to her house. She laid her head on his shoulder\nand he could not see her face, but he felt her shaking\nunder his arm. He thought she was crying, but when she\nlooked up he saw she was laughing. \"I was so scared,\nMartin, darling,\" she said. \"Something pushed me off the\nstep. It kept pushing me right at you and I couldn't stop.\"\nHe was scared, too, and shivered and they held each other\ntighter. Presently she said, \"Now, you must always tell\nme I'm pretty, but if you don't mean it, I'll know by your\n}y\nvoice.\nAfter she had gone in he felt he was perspiring all over.\nHe went home and splashed water on himself. When he\nstarted to fix the clock he remembered what she said about\nit and wanted to throw it out of the window.\nThe next night Martin tried to see her again and she\ntold him she would never let herself out of somebody's\nsight with him again; that she might have known he had\nno chivalry. He said to quit beating around the bush, to\ntell him what was the trouble. She had a bucket with\nsome eggs in it, taking it home. She held it up and said,\n\"Let me pass.\" Martin stood in her way and she tried\nto dodge past him, but he stopped her everv time. She\nsaid, \"You'd have had more senses not to take advantage\nof a fainting woman.\" It made him so mad he held her\nand kissed her about twenty times. She said it was not\nher that let him, but the eggs, and he need not flatter him-\nself.\nThe next time he saw her she stood square up to him\nand said, \"Now, Martin Hupp, you know you're only\ndallying.\" He made her sit down and told her life had\ngot to be hard with him now; he did not think like he\nused to, and if his mother was back it would be better for\nhim, because he knew he had lost her too soon for his own\ngood. Jean straightened up and tried to look like a teacher\nin school and took his hand and said, \"Now it's my duty\ntp take her place and I've been such a fool not to know\nwhat you meant.\" She said it was hard for a girl to\nknow when she had any friends and she did not really hate\nhim at all, but something had told her tj acr tnat way.\nHe was so glad to feel her hand* again she said he almost\nbroke her thumb. Then she kissed him on the cheek and\nsaid, \"I've always hated myself, and now more than ever.''\nShe came over every day, long enough, anyway, to move\nsomething so he would know she had been there. He got\nso he would take everything in the house that she had\ntouched and hold it against his coat, where his heart ought\nto be, for a minute. They went out together almost every\nnight for a walk or in the park or to one of the gardens."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c035", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c035", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "918", "page_fin": "918", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.27", "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": "918", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 5374, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5500, "texte": "Edith Haynes Thompson\nHER SHOP\n*\nContaining Many Quaint and Beautiful Things\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE SOUTH\nHours: 1 to 5.30 P. 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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\nISO W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. Y.\nPhone Spring 23\nArtistic Cushions\ni.\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.\nLE DERNIER CRI\nThe gift shop magazine. Exploits the latest gift\nshop novelties. Devoted solely to the Gift and\nSpecial Shop. Sample copy free. 50 cents per\nyear.\nLE DERNIER CRI\nGrand Rapids, Mich.\nT. D. Cox\nStationery and News Shop\nCirculating Library\n68 Washington Place, N. Y.\nJUDSON TAILOR SHOP\n51 Washington Sq.\nAll kinds of tailoring work neatly done. Dry\ncleaning of Ladies' Suits, Gowns, Wraps, etc.,\na specialty.\n'Phone 5360 Spring\n'Phone Spring 3922\nTHE DUTCH OVEN\n135 MacDougal Street\nnear Washington Sq.\nOpen Air Dining Room\nHome Cooking\nLuncheon Tea"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-08-12-01-c040", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01#c040", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-08-12_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[920]", "page_fin": "[920]", "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=bmtnaaq19160812-01.2.32", "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": 20, "page_imprimee": "[920]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1639, "texte": "READERS OF BRUNO'S WEEKLY ARE ASKED TO BECOME SUBSCRIBERS\n52 ISSUES, TWO DOLLARS\nSEND YOUR CHEQUE TO-DAY\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE, NEW YORK CITY\nRare Books First Editions\nExtra Illustrated Books. 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Detailed conditions of the\n4 .• ( . . j\nmarriage story contest will be mailed to you upon request"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[903]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 9\nAUGUST 12th, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright *9*6, by Guido Bruno\n\nAfter Verlaine\nErnest Dowson.\nA ROUND were all the roses red,\nThe ivy all around was black.\nDear, so thou only move thine head,\nShall all mine old despairs awake!\nToo blue, too tender was the sky,\nThe air too soft, too green the sea.\nAlways I fear, I know not why,\nSome lamentable flight from thee.\nI am so tired of holly-sprays\nAnd weary of the bright box-tree,\nOf all the endless country ways;\nOf everything alas! save thee.\n\nSubmarine Vessels\nA Historical Survey\n\nIT is hard to say, at this late day, where man got the idea\nof a submarine vessel from. It may have been sug-\ngested to him by that leviathan of the deep, the whale,\nwhich, although a warm-blooded mammal, is able to re-\nmain under water for long periods. Or perhaps its\nevolution is traceable to the human diver, whose art is\na world-old one. It is more than likely, however, that\nthe submarine vessel owes its origin, like all other great\ninventions, solely to necessity—the necessity of every mari-\ntime country is under of protecting itself from armed in-\nvasion at sea.\nBe this as it may, it is remarkable that from a very\nearly period the brain of man has been incessantly at work\ndevising submarine boats—a period far antedating Jules\nVerne's imaginary \"Nautilus,\" whose terrible destructive-\nness he so entertainingly described in his \"Twenty\nThousand Leagues under the Sea.\" Indeed as far back\nas 332 B.C. something of the sort was used and with some\nsuccess by Alexander the Great at the siege of Tyre; and\nit is common that from time immemorial\ndivers, with almost fish-like qualities, have trod the ocean\nbed gathering pearls and sponges. That Cleopatra em-\nployed divers is a matter of history. Thus Shakespeare,\nto cite one authority:\nCharmian. 'Twas merry when\nYou wager'd on his angling; when your diver\nDid hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he\nWith fervency drew up.\nCleopatra. That time!—O times!—\nI laugh'd him out of patience ...\nThese primitive methods of submarine navigation were\nat last improved upon; but it was not until A. D. 1150\nthat we find any recorded use of submarine vessels in war.\nIn that period, so it is related by an Arabian historian, a\ndiver entered Ptolemais during a siege by means of a\nsubmarine apparatus. Then nearly 400 years passed, and\nToledo, Spain, produced one in 1538; and in 1588 came\nBourne's plunging apparatus. Other attempts at sub-\nmarine navigation quickly followed; but the first real\nsubmarine boat was invented in 1620 by a Dutch physician.\nCornelius Van Drebel who in that year launched a sub-\nmersible navigable boat, followed by two others in one\nof wfiich James I made a trip. These boats were built\nof wood and made water-tight by a casing of greased\nleather, being propelled by twelve rowers whose oars\nwere jointed where they passed through the ship's casing\nin a moveable watertight leather holder. They carried\npassengers in addition, and made journeys of several hours\nsubmerged 15 feet.\nIn the next hundred years, Norwood, the two priests\nMersenne and Fournier, Barrie, Bishop Wilkins, De Sou,\nBorelli, Doligny, John Holland (who patented an engine\nfor use in submarine navigation), Evance, Lethbridge and\nSymons were inventors of subamrine craft, Father Mer-\nsenne being the first to use a metallic hull and adopt the\npisciform shape for his boat, which carried two cannon.\nAbout this period, in 1721, a diving apparatus was in-\nvented in England by Halley; and in 1763, Day, of Yar-\nmouth, while testing his submarine vessel in Plymouth\nHarbor, lost his life through his inability to rise to the\nsurface after a dive. This was the first casualty in the\nhistory of this invention.\nAt length, in 1733, an-American engineer, D. Bushnell,\nconstructed one turtle-shaped, and to him belongs the\nhonor of fabricating the first submarine boat that could\nbe navigated under water under any conditions. Three\nyears later, during the War of Independence, Bushnell\nhad an ideal opportunity to test the fighting qualities\nof his boat, and, with the permission of General Parsons,\nattempted to blow up an English- frigate in New York\nHarbor. He was towed one night by two rowing boats\nto a point near the vessel, but when he reached its side\nhe found that he could not affix his torpedo because of\nthe ship being copper sheathed. He was carried by the\ncurrent away from his intruded victim, and later his mine\nexploded harmlessly, causing great consternation among\nthe British fleet.\nIn 1780 and 1796 there were other attempts, and in\n1797 Robert Fulton, whose inventive brain had long recog-\nnized its possibilities, offered his plans for a submarine\nto the French Government. A committee reported favor-\nably, but nothing eventuated. After like unsuccess with\nthe Dutch, Bonaparte gave him 10,000 francs to exprei-\nment with, and in 1800 he built the \"Nautilus\" (and later\nthe \"Mute\"), a cigar-shaped vessel. After numerous\ntrials on the Seine, during which she remained under\nwater once for five hours, the French authorities decided\nagainst her, and raised so many objections that Fulton,\nin disgust, threw up the project and turned his attention"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "904", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nin America, to the problem of steam navigation, winning\nin that field immortal renown.\nA persistent pioneer in submarine navigation was Wil-\nhelm Bauer who, getting his idea from the dolphin, built\na dolphin-shaped boat at Kiel in 1850. After offering his\ninvention vainly to Austria and England, he tried Russia,\nwith the result that in 1856 \"Le Diable Marin,\" built\nat St. Petersburg, was launched at Cronstadt. Not\nproving successful, he finally had to leave Russia in great\nhaste. Bauer relates that while submerged he could hear\npeople's voices on the surface some distance away, proving\nthat water is a good conductor of sound.\nIn 1859 Delany, of Chicago, built one, but it was too\ncomplicated for practical use; while too cumbrous was\n''The Intelligent Whale\" built in Brooklyn. Next year\ncame \"Le Plongeur,\" the invention of Bourgois and Brun,\n139 feet long.\nDuring the Civil War the submarine first demonstrated\nits value as an engine of war. In 1863 the \"Keokuk,\"\na type of submersible monitor built in New York, fought\na duel with Fort Sumter, and, though riddled with shots,\nescaped without the loss of a man. But she sank the fol-\nlowing night. This curious monster, 164 feet long, was\nboth a ram and a monitor, and resembled a huge floating\nbattery. She was constructed of pipe and palmetto logs,\nher armor being railway iron, and her iron turrets were\nsix inches thick. In the same year the Confederates at\nCharleston used a submarine boat against the blockading\nFederal squadron. It was cigar-shaped, built of boiler\nplates and propelled by eight men at a maximum speed of\n4 knots, and when advancing her top was level with the\nwater. While being tried out she sank and failed to\nrise on three occasions, her crew perishing each time.\nThe fourth time she was successful in her manoeuvers,\nreached the \"Housatonic,\" and sank her—but at the\nexpense of her own life. This type of submarine was\ncalled a David, and a number of them were built at\nMobile.\nGoubet, of Paris, in 1882 built one of the first effective\nsubmarines, and he was followed by Mordenfeldt with\na boat that surpassed all previous attempts.\nThe \"Katahdin,\" launched in 1893, and which cost\nour government close to a million dollars, had a length\nof 251 feet, and was one of the most successful of her\ntype.\nFinally when the twentieth century dawned, man's\npatient tenacity began to bear fruit, and submarine war\nvessels of great practical use were produced by Italian,\nFrench, Russian, German and, in particular, American\ninventors. Nearly all obstacles were overcome, and an\nalmost perfect craft evolved. For propulsion electric\nstorage batteries, oil, benzol, gasolene and even steam\nwere used, and, still more marvelous, eyes to see what\nis going on at the surface while submerged were provided.\nThis miracle was accomplished by the invention of the\nperiscope, by whose aid the navigator, while beneath the\nsurface, can see anything above. He is thus enabled to\nattack and destroy a hostile ship, or carry out valuable\nreconnaissances.\nAmong the first successful submarines in the United\nStates was the \"Argonaut,\" designed by Simon Lake of\nBaltimore. She made trips on the Patapsco, Md., in\n1898, and later traveled 200 miles under the surface of\nLake Champlain. Another Lake ship, the \"Seal,\" built\nin 1911 , was 161 feet long, had six torpedo tubes and\ncarried 10 torpedoes. Her surface speed was 14 knots,\n9 1-2 while submerged.\nIt was in 1893 that France first began to use sub-\nmarines; and from 1901-4 quite a number were built of\na larger and improved type. Her \"Circe\" and \"Calypso\"\n(1905) were 155 feet long, and with Diesel oil engines\nmade about twelve knots per hour on the surface, when\nsubmerged electricity was the motive power. In 1909 a\nnumber of small submarines were built from designs of\nM. Labeuf. At the preesnt time France probably has\nmore of these \"sea-devils\" than any other nation. Most\nof these boats, and the early American boats, were of the\nfamous Holland type, so-called from the name of their\nAmerican inventor, John P. Holland, who designed the\nfirst submarine, the \"Holland,\" acquired by the U. S.\nNavy Department, in 1897. This boat was followed by,\na number of similar but improved types, seven of which\nwere launched 1901-2. It is surmised that American\nsubmarines were used by Admiral Togo to destroy the\nRussian Fleet in the Sea of Japan in 1905.\nAmong the requirements of the first Holland boat was\nthat it should make 8 knots per hour for 6 hours, and\nreach a depth of 20 feet in one minute after receiving\norders to dive. By 1910 the United States had 27 of\nthese torpedo boats, some of which have made good\nrecords. The U. S. submarine \"Narwhale\" has made\ntwo clean hits out of four at a distance of 2000 yards\nwhile traveling at full speed and 40 feet below surface.\nIt may also be noted that the small U. S. submarine\n\"Petrel\" during the Spanish War easily destroyed two\nSpanish torpedo boats.\nThus after hundreds of years of tireless and dangerous\nexperiment, man's ingenuity won the day, and we have\nonly to read the war despatches of the past few weeks\nto realize that the submarine war-ship, as a great designer\nof them (John P. Holland) once wrote, is \"a weapon\nagainst which there is no defence.\"\nPorpoising her way, unperceived, towards her prey,\nthis submarine snarpshooter fires death and destruction\ninto the very vitals of a supposedly invulnerable dread-\nnought, and escapes unseen.\nDefects it may still have, but the submarine had\ndemonstrated beyond a doubt its deadly effectiveness as\na war engine. Whatever defects there are will doubtless\nbe removed before long. A cardinal defed: is the inability\nof the submarine to see further than a few yards when\nsubmerged; its restricted radius of action and low speed\ncome next, and then there is to be considered the cramped,\nconfined life of the crew which is very enervating.\nBut there is little doubt that these obstacles to perfect\ncontrol and swift action will be overcome, and in the\nfulness of time perhaps a more peaceful field of activity\nand usefulness for submarine craft may open up when\nthey are used for commercial travel, marine surveying,\nand in locating and removing sunken treasure.\nA notable instance of the fear in which submarine war\nvessels are held was on the occasion of the sinking of the\n\"Aldabaran\" in the North Sea by the Russian war-ship\n\"Kamschatka\" a few years ago. Mistaking the \"Alda-\n*baran\" for a submarine, the Russian commander signaled"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "905", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthat he was being attacked by submarines at the same time\nfiring upon the Swedish steamer, sinking her.\nNotwithstand the perfection ot which the submarine\nas a war engine has been brought it is the opinion of\nnaval experts, among them Admiral Mahan, that the\ngun will always keep ahead of it, and recent events in the\ngreat European war now raging have to some extent\njustified this opinion. They are at best a frail craft.\nOnly a short time ago (Nov. 23) the German submarine\nU-18 was rammed and sunk by the British destroyer\n\"Garry,\" and all her crew, with the exception of one man\nwho was drowned, captured. Built in 1912 the U-18\nhad a radius of action of 2000 miles, a surface speed of\n14 knots, and 8 knots while submerged. On the other\nhand and offsetting to some extent this expensive sub-\nmarine mortality was the reported success of a German\nsubmarine in sinking the British superdreadnought\n\"Audacious\" on October 27 near the Irish coast. This\n$10,000,000 giant, it is believed, was destroyed by one\nof a fleet of submarines from Wilhelmshaven which\nlaunched two torpedoes at her, the second taking effect.\nSo long as these invisible marine sharpshooters prowl\nthe sea for the dreadnought, battleship or other surface\nwar-ship eternal vigilance is the price of safety.\n\nAlfred Ernest Keet\n\nOctave Mirbeau\n\nHTHE first time I saw Octave Mirbeau, or rather heard\nhim, was amid the smoke of a public gathering at\nthe time of the Dreyfus case. He presided at a meeting\nof some sort, in some quarter or other. He impressed me\nas being firm and energetic. Prominent eyebrows, a pow-\nerful jaw, neck as strong as a bull's and a spiky moustache\nhiding a thin mouth—the whole arrangement of those\nsharply defined features gave.him the impressive appear-\nance of a retired sea captain or a wrestler at a country fair\nside-show. To this must be added the brutal accent in\nwhich he addressed his audience, his jerky gestures, and his\nbluntness. That evening Octave Mirbeau revealed him-\nself to me as a bold, aggressive, formidable fighter.\nSince then I have met him at Durand-Ruel's and at\nvarious exhibitions. He was no longer a fighter. On the\ncontrary, he appeared tired and as if disillusioned. He\nseemed weighed down by a great sorrow. It flashed across\nmy mind that in his limpid eyes, deep behind the arch of\nhis brows, I saw an expression of unspeakable suffering—\nlike a reflection of destpair, of irremediable nostalgia.\nAll Mirbeau seems revealed in these two attitudes. A\nfighter he certainly is; his opponents know something\nabout that. But he is also a creature full of sensitive-\nness and of foibles. This formidable controversialist, who\nthrows himself body and soul into the fray, who rushes at\nhis enemies and deals savage blows right and lift, possesses\na young girl's shyness, a lad's tenderness. He adores\nflowers, but above everything he loves birds, always pro-\ntecting them from harm. Do you recall Isidore Lechat, a\ncharacter in one of his plays, who no sooner appears on the\nstage than he causes a poor bird to be frightened away\nfrom his garden? Mirbeau intended this action to sym-\nbolize all the vileness and meanness of the human race.\nFor him, a man who doesn't love birds, becomes classified;\nhe is a brute, a criminal capable of any sort of felony.\nMirbeau also loves dogs, with the exception, perhaps of\nthe horrible little beast of the \"Calvaire.\" Lastly, he\nloves men, notwithstanding his great knowledge of them\nand the fact that he has become a master in the art of ex-\nposing their foibles and their vices. But he loves them\nwhen they are helpless, miserable, wretched; when they\nstimulate in him fraternal—compassion, when they join\nthe ranks of life's vanquished ones.\nAnd all this hidden love, all this tenderness, which he\nconceals so awkwardly—fearing ridicule, perhaps,—but\nwhich shows, nevertheless, in all his works; all this store\nof sentiments, aspirations, and human desires, brotherly\nand helpful, which he represses and stubbornly forces\nback—all this explodes suddenly and becomes anger, in-\ndignation and vehemence. Then occurs one of those mar-\nvellously lucid and incisive pages, thundering with im-\nprecations, laden with anathema and bubbling impetu-\nously with rage and scorching words. His writing be-\ncomes a torrent that has broken loose, carrying away all\nthings before it and sweeping onward in a tumultous\nstream of fierce invective, daring metaphor and audacious\nparadox. Such pages are masterpieces in which one feels\nthat the author has poured out some of his strength ans\nblood, and in which he has allowed his heart, filled with\nlove and pity, to overflow.\nThe particularly ignominious period in which we live\nknows few writers of this stamp. Our present day literary\nand artistic domesticity faithfully reflects our spirit of de-\nmocracy and universal suffrage. Artists and writers, who\nwere formerly knaves and courtesahs, are to-day the flunk-\neys of the triumphant bourgeoisie.\nAmong this herd of servile and timorous persons, all\ncraving enjoyment and all seeking adulation, the man of\ngenius develops painfully; a temperamental writer has a\nhard time asserting himself. If he merely mumbles, the\n\nOctave Mirbeau. Original Drawing by A. Delannoy"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "906", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nalarmed flock turns around ready to check him. If he\npersists, if he faces his adversaries returning blow for\nblow, if he attacks them, then a boycotting is organized\nand silence prevails; he is left to struggle in the dark and\ndie of inanition.\nTwo forcible writers have resisted and have main-\ntained -their opinion: Octave Mirbeau and Leon Bloy.\nThe former early acquired the faculty of asserting himself\nand of conquering public indifference. He commands re-\nspect. His genius was so obviously real that it became\nimpossible to deny its existence.\nBeing talented while those surrounding him had to strive\nto achieve mediocrity; speaking the truth while others\nwere spreading lies; giving proofs of daring, audacity, en-\nergy and revolt, while this herd of frightened sheep could\nnot bleat and cower, Mirbeau incurred an unrelenting\nhatred. But instead of attacking him openly, they re-\nsorted to defamation and backbiting; his errors and his\nidiosyncracies were slyly pointed out, and great efforts\nwere made to belittle him and drag him down to their\nown level.\nHis errors, his idiosyncracies—we are all aware of them\n—but, shall we confess it? We love Mirbeau even in his\nshortcomings, and perhaps still more on account of these\ndeficiencies which bear proof of his temperament and prob-\nably imperfections without repining and without partial-\nity. This will permit us to take the man bodily and lift\nhim up on a pedestal.\nMirbeau was born on February 16th, 1850, in Tre-\nvieres, Calvados—a fellow countryman of Flaubert and\nBarbey d'Aurevilly. His father was a physician at Reg-\nmalard in the Orne, where Mirbeau grew to manhood.\nHis mother was a charming and sweet woman, whom he\nadored and from whom he inherited, presumably, the gift\nof human understanding. There was also in the family\nan uncle, the terrible Abbe Jules, whose story has been\ntold by the author.\nMirbeau has given us, in his works, the history of his\nfamily and that of the first years of his life. We meet\nhis father in the \"Calvaire\" and in \"L'Abbe Jules,\" to-\ngether with the descriptions of the valleys of the Orne, of\nthe fields and forests of Bresnin, and of Isigny \"with\npoplars, apple trees and the sea as a background,\" where\nthe writer's childhood was spent in close contact withr na-\nture, we follow him to the Jesuits of Vannes in his \"Se-\nbastien Roch,\" in which he shows us how a child's intellect\nbecomes warped.\nAfter leaving college, he vacillated; should he take up\nlaw or medicine? Finally, he decided to study law and\nwent to Paris. Then the war of 1870 occurred. Mirbeau\nbecame a militia lieutenant in the army of the Loire.\nAgain in the \"Calvaire,\" we find a marvellous chapter in\nwhich he describes his horror of war and massacre.\nThe first year in Paris was spent in a restless fashion;\nthe young man had not as yet found his vocation. He\ntried his hand at writing. A friend of the family, Dugue\nde la Franconnerie, put him on the staff of the Ordre, a\npaper which had just been established. Mirbeau's first\narticle was a lyrical essay on Manet, Monet and Cejanne,\nand full of terrible insults addressed to the Academicians.\nThis article cost him his position as art critic, but he re-\nceived in exchange that of theatrical critic. In a few\nmonths he had consciously torn to pieces a number of\nartists and had caused all the theatrical managers to wage\nwar on the paper.\nAfter this, according to Edmond Goncourt, the author\nspent four months smoking opium; \"he has met some one\njust returned from Cochin, China, who has assured him\nthat everything Baudelaire has written on opium is pure\nhumbug, and that it produces, on the contrary, a very\nsoothing effect; the enticer gives him a pipe and a Cochin\nChinese dress. For four months behold him in a flowered\nrobe, smoking pipe after pipe, as many as a hundred and\neighty a day, eating nothing or perhaps only a boiled egg\nevery twenty-four hours. He reaches a state of com-\nplete depression and confesses that opium, which produces\na certain cheerfulness when smoked in small quantities\nloses this power after further indulgence and brings about\na sense of emptiness accompanied by sadness, a sadness\nbeyond description. At this stage, his father, who believes\nhim to be in Italy, finally finds him, tears him away from\nhis robe and his lodgings, and takes him for a few months\ntrip through Spain.\"\nMirbeau soon recovered and was appointed deputy sher-\niff of Saint-Girons; and what a sheriff he made! Being\nfrankly reactionary, he never left off striving against and\nmaking fun of the Republicans. He scandalized the ad-\nministration by his bluntness and his paradoxical behavior.\nIt didn't take him long to abandon this position and to\nreturn to journalism. He joined the staff of the Gaulois.\nMeanwhile he developed a strong passion for a certain\nwoman, and, wishing to make some money, he became a\nbroker on the Exchange. He managed successfully to\nmake as much as twelve thousand francs a year. A cruel\ndeception ensued. Determined to shun the world and to\navoid women, he set off on an eighteen months' sailing ex-\npedition in a fishing boat he had purchased in Brittany.\nOne cannot accuse Mirbeau of not being passionately in\nearnest. Perhaps it is because of this earnestness that his\ndefects become apparent. With the same whole-hearted-\nness in hatred as in love, he is off like a shot. He doesn't\nreckon with circumstances, contingencies or motives. He\njudges, condemns or exalts. He is given to quick and in-\nexplicable impulses and to unexpected passions which sud-\ndenly give way to abruptness and disgust. He makes one\nthoroughly understand Maupassant's phrase which seems\nto have been written for him: \"On given days I experi-\nence such horrors towards existence as to desire death;\non other days, however, I enjoy life after the manner of\nanimals.\"\nOnce on the warpath, nothing can stop him; he goes\nstraight on with beautiful courage. Whether in the field\nof art or in that of politics, he contributes the same amount\nof uncompromising ferocity; even if he has to change his\nattitude, he never ceases being sincere. Thus it is that\nwe saw him, who was once anti-Semitic, later on taking\nDreyfus' side. It is likely, however, that association with\nArthur Meyers justified his anti-Semitism.\nOne has seen him take up the cudgel of some artists,\nthe majority of whom are really great. But he is no\nart critic. He judges with too much prejudice. He can't\nanalyze coolly, nor examine details. He perceives a work\nof art, he appreciates its value, and knows admirably how\nto express what he feels about it. But when he is mis-\ntaken, he remains just as excessive, and so the impression\nproduced is painful. In his book, 628-EB, Mirbeau tells"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "907", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIn Memoriam: James Whitcomb Riley"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "908", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nus that after admiring a Rembrandt for a whole day, he\nfound but one artist whose work could rank next to it;\nhe named Van Gogh. This is going a little too far,\nespecially if one realizes that such a statement is not made\nfor the empty pleasure of appearing paradoxical. Further\non he sets Mayol, an inheritor of the Etruscans, against\nthe powerful Rodin and places him above the latter.\nWhat he does in the criticism of art, he does equally\nin the novel, the theatre and the press—he exaggerates.\nLes Amants, a playlet directed at love, becomes a music-\nhall farce because of its efforts to be extremely comical.\nLes Journal d'une Femme de Chambre and les Vingt et\nun Jour d'un Neurasthenique are full of disconcerting\npassages and exaggerated interpretations—just as, in\n628-EB, when he judges the intelligence of animals by the\ndiligence they display in keeping out of the way of auto-\nmobiles, he decides in favor of the wild geese of the Roman\ncapitol.\nBehold! Those are the defects of this dynamic and en-\nthusiastic writer, enthusiastic even in his scepticism and\ndisgust. Here they are, those defects which are as\nenormous as his good qualities, and which we love because\nthey are Mirbeau's defects and because one must either\nlove or reject him entirely.\nPutting aside his peculiarities, his voluntary brutalities,\nhis affected bad manners, Mirbeau is the most human and\nconscientious writer. One feels an immense sorrow in\nhis pages which sometimes turns into anger and sometimes\ninto irony. All sufferings and weaknesses attract him\nand move him to pity. Still he is the most lucid and\nsuccinct writer, deliciously poetic and brutally realistic.\nSome people might find this panegyric too excessive.\nTo us it feebly expresses our admiration for Mirbeau.\nOur best excuse lies in the difficulties besetting the task;\nto speak of Mirbeau, one ought to have at one's command\nMirbeau's own art of speech.\n\nAfter the French of J. Flax by Renee Lacoste\n\nLove, Let us Live in Fairyland To-day\nEdward H. S. Terry\nI OVE, let us live in Fairyland to-day:\nOur modest home shall be a palace fair,\nAnd you a princess with long golden hair,\nAnd I the prince who comes the spell to stay.\nWhat strange adventures shall beset my way\nBefore I find your winding marble-stair\nWhere magic roses make a drowsy air\nTo dull the knights, ere they engage in fray!\nBut with Love's charm (The Witch knows naught\nof this!)\nI shall not* falter, though her wild green eyes\nDaft lightning, and, with an enchanting hiss,\nShe try her best to keep me from the prize;\nI shall go on and free you with a kiss,\nAs she goes in a smoke-puff toward the skies!\n\nThe First Violin\nOmaha (Nebraska)\nA H, those last notes still quivering on the air\nPassionately deep and soft!\nIs there but one in all that gaudy throng,\nThat drink and feed and laugh such stupid laughs,\nWill wrap himself in silence and stand by\nFeeling the master's soul breathe in the song?\n\nMisericordia or As It Will Happen\nCat's Paw\nCHE had loved him once sometime ago. Lately she had\nseen him very seldom.\nThey were talking about him: about his financial em-\nbarrassment. She only said: \"Oh,\" and she thought of\nmany others who were bad off.\nThey said: \"He has debts and he will hardly be able\nto pay them. He will have to leave the city. Goodness\nknows where he is going to and what he will do for a\nliving.\"\nShe said: \"Poor boy\" and thought, \"why should I\nbother with such sad thoughts?\"\nThe others continued to discuss him and one laughed\nmaliciously: \"He always was a snob. He wore the best\nof linen and silks in the summer. Now he will have to\ndo with ordinary shirting.\"\nAnd she shuddered: his soft white skin will be irritated\nby rough materials? His sensitive small feet without\nsilk? . . . she could have cried—.\nIt seemed to her that her lips felt soft smooth skin and\nshe couldn't bear the idea that his tender flesh should\nsuffer.\n• • • • •\nShe telegraphed to his late haberdasher and ordered\nsome of the most expensive and wonderful underwear\nsent to him anonymously.\n• • • • •\nThe haberdasher applied the money against—what he\nconsidered—a bad account of his once distinguished cus-\ntomer.\n\nThe Governor's Poodle\nBy W. Azow.\n(Translated by Guido Bruno)\n\"\"FIE governor's poodle was promenading on the streets\nof the city. He was no different from all the other\ndogs and therefore the citizens did not notice him at all.\nIt was his bad luck that the City Dog-catcher came along\nand spied him, and as he hadn't a license—not at all\nastonishing for a dog that belongs to a governor—he\ngrabbed him without any hesitation.\nThe Dog-catcher had seen a brute without a dog-collar\nand he exclaimed: \"Hullo! didn't our good Governor\nprohibit dogs without licenses on our streets?\"\nAnd like an Indian lasso-thrower, he captured the dog\nwith his rope and a few minutes afterwards the poodle\nwas in the Dog-catcher's bag.\nThe poodle didn't even make a sound but his proud\nbearing worried the Dog-catcher.\nHe observed how a few of the other dogs in the wagon\nhad jumped at the newcomer, ready to bury their teeth\nin his skin; but the poodle barked very gently into the\near of the wildest of his aggressors, and they all kept\nquiet and remained in the remotest corner of the wagon\nin respectful silence.\n\"Something is wrong,\" thought the poor intimidated\nDog-catcher. \"I must ask the policeman what this all\nmeans.\" \"Officer,\"he called with a rather timid voice,\nHe took off his hat after a policeman had answered in-\ndignantly his call and inquired what the noise was about:\n\"I caught a poodle but perhaps the dog belongs to the"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "909", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nPolice Commissioner or maybe it is the property of a\nGeneral—\n\"Let's see how he looks,\" replied the policeman and\nleaned over the wagon. \"This one? Oh, you fool! You\nbelieve a General would have a shabby dog like this one?\nGenerals have Airedales or Russian hounds . . . and\nno Police Commissioner would own a dog like this . . .\nI am very well acquainted indeed with the dogs of all\nour police officials.\"\nFrom a nearby house door emerged a janitor and seeing\nthe poodle, he respectfully removed his £ap.\n\"What is the matter with you?\" asked the policeman\nsurprised. •\n\"This is the dog of the governor,\" was the janitor's\nsolemn answer.\nThe policeman seemed to feel the ground rocking under\nhis feet. \"The dog of the governor? And you have\ndared to catch it! Release him immediately, you\nscoundrel!\" And he gave the Dog-catcher such a punch\nin the jaw that the cap flew off his head. The Dog-\ncatcher did not reply. He did not even dare to say a\nword of protest and with trembling hands he opened the\ndoor of the wagon.\nThe policeman tried to attract the attention of the dog\nby whistling. \"I shall send *him home in a cab,\" he said.\n\"Oh, you confounded dog! how do you dare to let out\nthis poodle without a license,\" sounded the voice of the\npolice sergeant suddenly. \"Don't you know the police\nregulations?\"\nThe policeman seemed perfectly helpless and studdered:\n\"This is the dog of the governor . . .\"\nHis superior officer laughed heartily. \"You darn fobl,\ndo you believe that the governor's dog would be strolling\naround the city all alone? The dog of the governor is a\nsuperior being and always has a lackey or a chamber-maid\nas a servant. . . . Anyhow there isn't much t<s dis-\ncuss. Put that miserable brute into the wagon!\" he\nordered the dog-catcher.\nThe latter grabbed the poodle with brutal bestiality,\ngave him a kick and hurled him into the wagon.\n\"This surely is not an ordinary dog,\" remarked a sales-\nman of a nearby department store, \"one can see by his\nears that he has breeding, and just lqok! how clean he is,\nand how nicely combed!\"\nThe police sergeant thought deeply for a few minutes\nand then he said rather unconvinced: \"Maybe it is really\nthe dog of the governor.\" Suddenly he yelled full of\nanger at the Dog-catcher: \"Let that dog out immediately!\nDon't you see, you idiot, that he is a very well-bred dog?\"\n\"Ha, ha! a well-bred dog,\" mocked somebody right\nnear the police sergeant . \"Ha, ha, what a dog-fancier\n. . .!'\" All turned around and saw Magistrate\nPietrov.\n\"Good morning, Your Honor,\" called the police ser-\ngeant. \"So, in your opinion, this is only an ordinary dog?\"\n\"The worst alley dog, my dear man, I ever saw in my\nlife; he even has sore eyes. Who knpws but he might\neven be mad?\"\nThe police sergeant seemed to have lost his head. He\nstruck at the dog-catcher angrily with fists and ieet,\nscreaming at him:\n\"Go on, go on, you beast, I will teach you to let mad\ndogs walk about the streets. Hey, policeman! To-\nmorrow put him in jail for two days!\"\nThe dog-catcher's wagon went on and followed his\ncourse through the city and soon disappeared from the\nhorizon of those that had witnessed this incident.\nBut in about half-an-hour, at the same spot there as-\nsembled two police commissioners, three police sergeants\nand five policemen.\n\"Hasn't anybody here seen the Governor's poodle?\"\nasked one of the commissioners of the police sergeant on\nduty.\nThe sergeant was not able to say a word. But he\nstarted to run in the direction in which the vehicle of the\ndog-catcher had disappeared. He was followed by all the\npolice dignitaries.\nOn the following day the dog-catcher was condemned\nto three months hard labor.\nThe mayor of the city was fined to pay 500 roubels and\nhe was not allowed to commute the fine into a jail sentence.\nThe police sergeant was dismissed from the force for\nnegligence of duty.\nMiraculously enough the political editor of the local\npaper escaped punishment in this case.\n\nIn the Manner of Edgar Lee Masters\nH. Thompson Rich.\nr | ' HERE was once a butcher\nWho, for love of a chorus-lady,\nDisembowelled himself with a meat-ax\nOn her sofa.\nNow I do not claim this was particularly wrong;\nI do not condemn the man.\nI simply say\nThat when a useful male animal\nWould make such miserable shift\nOver an amour with an abandoned woman,\nThere must be something rotten\nIn the moral fabric\nOf the community which bore him.\n\nDrawing by Clara Tice"}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "910", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nModern Craftsmanship\n\nIT is usual to speak of modern craftsmanship in an\napologetic tone, and certainly this attitude is only too\njustifiable. For, if few beautiful pictures or statues are\nbeing wrought to-day, the present age shows itself yet\nmore incompetent where the applied arts are concerned.\nThe advent of machinery, occurring towards the middle\nof last century, dealt a terrible blow to fine craftsmen,\ntheir products having now to compete with those of com-\nmercial manufactories; and before long the craftsmen lost\nthe battle, the world preferring the hideous machine-made\ngoods to the lovely things fashioned by hand. Neverthe-\nless, machinery is not wholly responsible for the decline\nof craftsmanship, and a fair part of the blame must be\nlaid upon modern artists themselves. Because, with their\negotistical eagerness to gain prominence for their own\nnames, they mostly consider the applied arts an unworthy\nfield for their activities, and insist on painting the easel\npicture, or moulding the independent statue. It never\noccurs to them, seemingly, that even so divine a sculptor\nas Donatello was largely concerned with ecclesiastical\ndecoration; while a wealth of the greatest Italian painters,\ncontemporaneous with that master, were also occupied\nalmost exclusively with this task. Moreover, in what was\nperhaps the greatest of all periods in French art, the\nmid-eighteenth century, many of the rarest painters gladly\nspent their talents on decorating china or furniture; while\nin England of Georgian times, Chippendale was elected\na member of the Society of Arts, his name being inscribed\nin its muster-roll hard by the names of Reynolds, Dr,\nJohnson and Horace Walpole. In fine, the great cabinet-\nmaker was thought as important a member of the Society\nas the expert, the scholar, and the portraitist; and this\nspirit of honour towards the craftsmen, together with that\nreadiness on the part of good sculptors and painters to\nwaive doing independent works—these are among the\nthings which must be reinstated, would the applied arts\nonce more prosper. Nor is it inconceivable that a rein-\nstatement of this sort will begin to take place at no very\ndistant date, the recent exhitjition at the Little Gallery,\nE. 40th Street, proving that at least some endeavour in the\ndirection is being made to-day; and it is proposed to ex-\nplain, in this article, just how that interesting exhibition\ncame to be held. But, before doing so, it behooves to\ndevote a few words to the new magazine, Form, whose\npublication is likewise, in a sense, a step towards the\ngreater honouring of the handicrafts.\nForm\n' In contradistinction to most journals of an aspirational,\nand therefore unpopular kind, Form is not the organ of\nan actual school, a group of writers or painters sharing a\ngiven aim. It must not be confounded*with Blast, for\ninstance, instituted by the \"Vorticists\" for expounding\ntheir own creed; and the n.ew periodical embodies con-\ntributing, alike by artists of acknowledged reputation, and\nby quite young men. Two of its best poems are by Mr.\nLawrence Binyon, while as to the younger poets repre-\nsented, the one showing by far the rarest gifts is Mr.\nWalter de la Mare, a lyric by him having a gentle,\nandante music to which Verlaine himself would surely\nhave done homage. The outstanding prose item is a\ntravel-sketch by Mr. Cunninghame Graham, while that\nvery talented draughtsman in pen-and-ink, Mr. E. J.\nSullivan, contributes an essay, The Grotesque, which re-\nveals him as a really sparkling writer, his wit withal being\nhere and there of a somewhat Rabelaisian order. Mr.\nFrederick Carter's drawings are all weak save one called\nImagination, its topic a group of nude figures; while the\nmany drawings by Mr. Austin Spare are not nearly as\nstrong as his earlier things, for example those in his de-\nlightful Book of Satyrs; and a woodcut by Mr. C. H.\nShannon is in no way comparable to the lithographs he\ndid fifteen or twenty years ago, marking him as easily\n\nFinis. By Charles Rickets in \"Form\"\n\nIllustration by Aubrey Beardsley"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "911", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nthe finest lithographer since Whistler. However, Mr.\nShannon's woodcut, along with one by Mr. Frank Brang-\nwyn, and a beautiful lithograph by Mr. Charles Ricketts,\nare exactly what give Form its especial importance. For\nalthough there are numerous magazines ready to offer\nhospitality to good prose or verse, there exists likewise\nabundant facilities for exhibiting pictures and statues, the\nexquisite crafts of wood-engraving and lithography are\nsadly without adequate means for winning the keen in-\nterest they deserve. That torpid institution, the Royal\nAcademy, has always neglected them studiously, which\nis the more regrettable considering how wide the\nAcademy's influence is, and it is culpable again for never\ntrying to foster good printing. Now Form embodies\ndivers typographical ventures, there being here sundry\nfine initial letters; while various styles are employed in\nthe different pages, some being set with a very decorative\ntype, akin to what William Morris used for his famous\nChaucer. And, if all these ventures are not completely\nsuccessful, they certainly represent an ambtiion of a sig-\nnally praiseworthy sort.\nMr. C. R. Ashbee\nThe exhibition at the Little Gallery was principally\ncomposed of metal work and jewelry, the things having\nbeen made by the Guild of Handicraft. This is an English\nbody, founded by Mr. C. R. Ashbee, who is an architect\nby profession, author besides of many fine drawings and\npoems, along with writings in prose. And being long a\nclose friend of William Morris, he early came to share\nthat master's passion for good craftsmanship, his firm be-\nlief that beautiful household goods are perforce made by\nhand, with the result that he inaugurated, in a poor part\nof London, a school of design whose pupils were recruited\nexclusively from the Artisan class. Here nearly every-\nthing belonging to a category of applied art was taught,\nand soon the exploit expanded into the Guild aforesaid,\nits members being frequently commissioned to carry out\nthe decoration of whole rooms, if not houses or churches.\nNevertheless the affair was soon menaced inevitably by\nfinancial difficulties; and thereupon Mr. Ashbee, realizing\nwell that union is strength, took a new, and still more\ninteresting step. Contriving to acquire a piece of land\nin the south of England, he built on it a tiny village; and\nhere the craftsmen working under his tuition now live\ntogether, each having his own separate cottage, of course,\nbut a kind of masonic regime existing among the members,\nwhile they have a library and various other necessities in\ncommon. United thus, these workers are able to hold\ntheir own against the purely commercial houses; while the\nbeautiful things they make are mostly sold through an\nagency in London, whence came those which were shown\nat the Little Gallery. The whole idea is a most excellent\none, and it is to be hoped that, indue course, something\nof the same species be attempted here in America.\nThe Book Beautiful\nEvery writer, caring as much for the visible, as for the\nliterary arts, must have dreamt fondly, now and then, of\nproducing his works in a guise wholly chosen by himself,\nprinting his every page with his own hands, and giving\nto the arrangement of title-pages, and so forth, that loving\nartistry which is practically unknown among ordinary\ntypographers. Very few men, however, have been lucky\nenough to realize this dream; but Mr. Ashbee has been\nfortunate herein, hand-printing being one of the arts\npractised by his Guild. He designed personally the\nbeautiful, if slightly cryptic type used by his press, known\nas the Essex House; and it has printed the majority of his\nrecent writings, for instance An Endeavour towards the\nTeaching of John Ruskin and William Morris, Conradin:\nA Ballad, and Echoes from the City of the Sun, the last-\nnamed embodying, memorable decorative items by the\nauthor. Nor have his works monopolized the activities\nof the press, for it has also sent out many classics, among\nthem Gray's Elegy, Tennyson's Maudand Bunyan's\nPilgrim's Progress. All these books contain lovely wood-\ncut illustrations, notably a few by Miss Clerrience\nHousman, with others by Mr. Reginald Savage. And\nat some future date, no doubt, the Essex House publica-\ntions will be sought for as sedulously as Elzevirs or Al-\n\nFrom an Old English Chap Book"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "912", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\ndines; while then too, perhaps, Mr. Ashbee will at last\nreceive due honour for his fostering of good craftsmanship.\n\nW. G. Blaikie Murdoch\n\nHerbert Beerbohm Tree\nIs He an Artist?\nDennis Denmore\njH ROM a struggling player in the German theatre of\n* an East Side locality in London to the most dis-\ntinguished actor in the metropolis of the world, is a long\nstretch. This, however, has been accomplished by Herbert\nBeerbohm, later Mr. Tree and now Sir Herbert Tree.\nTo-day, Sir Herbert Tree is an institution. Londoners\nattend his productions as faithfully as they patronize the\nDerby races. And like all institutions, he is likely to\narouse the criticism and often the ire of the young artist,\npulsating with a restlessness and a hunger for newer\ninroads into life and beauty.\nThe home of Tree productions is His Majesty's Theatre\nin Haymarket, truly one of the most magnificent and\nbeautiful playhouses in London. Here there is presented\na continual flow of new and old plays, in which the art\nof Tree as producer, manager and actor is afforded the\nfullest scope and before an audience that is ever ready to\napplaud, to acclaim and to praise. In defining this\npeculiar hold over a vast number of playgoers evercised\nby Tree, it is necessary to point out that he has always\nsat on the right side of the public. Tree's attitude has\nbeen that the public can be trusted to appreciate the good\nand high in drama and when a very fine type of play had\nbeen placed with infinite care upon the boards of His\nMajesty's Theatre and had not received the support that\nit deserved, Tree has been very careful not to harrangue\nthe public for their lack of appreciation. Good-humoredly\nhe taken his \"defeat\" and the public was given to\nunderstand that the management of His Majesty's Theatre\nunderstands its attitude. Thus with a public that \"has\never been diplomatically and gently handled, Tree has\nestablished himself as a marked favourite of whom it is\nproud and of whom it carries the illusion (this is\nimportant) that it \"possesses.\" The public is never happy\nwith a dramatist like Shaw, whom it can never control or\na politician like Lloyd George capable of outbursts or a\nman like Winston Churchill ever on the verge of changing\npolitical colour. The public requires of its idols that they\nshall meet with its fixed ideas of, them. Thus they like\nAsquith in politics; Mrs. Humphrey Ward in literature;\nthe\"Daily News\" in Journalism and Herbert Tree in the\ntheatre.\nAll this might be taken as a disparagement of the noted\nactor. But this is not meant. As an actor, Tree stands\nout to-day as one of the foremost in his profession. What\nhe has done, however, which will prove of little importance\nwhen the summing of his life work is considered, is his\nattempt with that of Sir George Alexander to make acting\na \"respectable\" profession, instead of allowing it to re-\nmain a great art, above respectability and the social ideas\nand amenities of the current generation. The taking part\nin public affairs, the opening of charity bazaars, the entry\nof the latter (Sir George Alexander) into municipal poli-\ntics, the association of both in favor of the vague thing\ncalled patriotism and their joint culminating crime in\naccepting knighthoods at the hand of their King, are all\nacts which deter from the purposes for which true artists\nmust live. One of the most tragic acts in the career of\nthat most gifted of living actors, Johnston Forbes Robert-\nson, was his acceptance of a knighthood. It had been\nhoped by his admirers that so great an artist would not\nhave fallen. The tremendous influence of class, however,\ndoes not apparently ever leave those who have been born\nor who have lived for a considerable time in England.\nThe personality of Tree on the stage is powerful and\ningratiating. His voice has a mellow strength and the\nquality of arousing a liking for after it has been heard\nseveral times, although on first hearing, it may appear\ngrating to the ears.\nTree's productions are most lavish. The scenery is\nspecially painted and the furnishing is of the most luxurious\ncharacter. His innovations are many and whilst they\ngive pleasure to the eye they often crowd out the at-\nmosphere peculiar to the author's mind when he conceived\nthe play. Thus in the Merchant of Venice, in which Tree\ngives an excellent performance of Shylock, the impression\ndrawn is that one is witnessing a performance of a play\nin which there is three quarters Tree and one quarter\nShakespeare. The productions fairly teem with innova-\ntions. Yet very few of Tree's innovations are of a quality\nwhich will, in any considerable degree, affect stake pro-\nduction of the future. None seem significant or truly\nbeautiful.\nThe greatest character portrayal of Tree is that of\nFalstaff; in this part he excells. Tree has splendid physi-\ncal attributes, a wonderful and robust form; magnificent\nhead and strange piercing eyes. In the part of Falstaff,\nhe utilizes his large physical frame to unique advantage\nand this with a fine understanding of the character and his\nsplendid boistrous acting,-has spread Tree's fame through-\nout the world. Tree's Malvolio is another triumph of\nacting.\nThe place is not here to discuss the long role of the\npartswhe has played. Herbert Beerbohm Tree is an actor,\nwho, whilst he has a distinguished and powerful follow-\ning, would have become a still greater actor, had he not\nensconsed himself in the lap of the public opinion. An\nactor who enrolls himself as \"special constable\" in\norder to benefit the community, may be a good citizen,\nbut can he, also be a great artist?\n\nVotes for Women\nT. W. H. Crosland\nIT ARK how their shining effigies are set\nA * For ever on the firmament of Time,\nLike lovely words caught in a lovely rhyme,\nOr silver stars kept in a faery net.\nIvory and marble hold them for us yet,\nAnd all our blossomy memories of them chime\nWith all the honest graces of the prime—\nHelen, and, Ruth, Elaine, and Juliet.\nAnd You, in this consolate London square,\nFlaunting an ill-considered purple hat\nAnd mud-stained, rumpled, bargain counter coat,\nYou of the broken tooth and buttered hair,\nAnd idiot eye and cheeks that bulge with fat,\nSprawl on the flagstones chalking for a vote!"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "913", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY >\n\nIn Our Village\n\nA Few Natives as observed on Bleecker Street by Jack Flanagan"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "914", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nGermany, Literature and the War\n\n(/ received the following letter from Mr. Hans Weber,\nMunich, Germany. Mr. Von Weber is one of the best\nknown German publishers. He controls serveral monthly\nmagazines and weekly publications devoted to art and\nliterature. During the last twenty years he cultivated\nthe (tbook beautiful\" and his press 'Hyperion Press/J is\nwell known all over the world for the production of\nbeautiful specimens of printing, and of masterpieces of\nliterature. He is president of the German Association of\nPublishers and was one of the trustees of the Board of Di-\nrectors of the recent International Exposition in Leipzig.)\nYOU lament in your recent letter the fact that all\nGerman articles about the present situation of litera-\nture and the conditions of the book-market in Germany,\nsubmitted to you, are saturated with hatred against our\nenemies with glorifications of the Kaiser and with de-\ntestable submissiveness and servility of men that are but\nsubjects of their ruler and that such articles are of no\ninterest whatever for Americans. You cite Remy de\nGourmont and his article about the present state of\nliterary matters in France which appeared in a previous\nnumber of your journal as an example of cool and neutral\nspirit. I admire greatly the coldbloodedness of Remy de\nGourmont who can write such nice and quiet resumes at\nsuch times and I shall do my best to find a German who\ncould do equally. But I am sorry to say that I have to\nstate for myself and I dare say for most of us, we don t\ncare very much what you the water thifik of us,\nconsidering all the measures America—the official Amer-\nica—concluded to take against Germany. We are rather\nslow in thinking, but if our thinking machine once starts\n° to operate it works exactly and intensively—and we came\nto the conclusion that we cannot find understanding for\nall our peculiarities, those that make German character.\nWe simply have to wait till you in the country of eternal\nbusiness realize again how convenient we are to work with\nand that you need us. 1 hat we are not disposed to court\na country that does not only do its best to supply our\nenemies—enemies that do their best to starve us out with\nnecessities of life in abundance—but also furnishes them\nwith guns, cannon and ammunition. (Three hundred\nof the finest Americans cannons of excellent make were\ntaken by our troops recently in East Prussia.) AVe leave\nit with pleasure to Japanese activities to change your\nopinion about us as you know the Japanese are our pupils\nand their knowledge is based upon German schooling. I\ndon't blame you that you accuse us of the \"glorification of\nimperialism\" and \"that certain servile spirit that goes with\nit.\" It is not only the Atlantic Ocean that lies between\nour two countries; it is necessary to have been here among\nus during those last months, those months of wonderful,\nglorious happiness (notwithstanding the tragic seriousness\nof all that happened) to be able to grasp the links that\nchain us Germans to our Kaiser.\n\"Servility?\" In what country does the cradle of social\ndemocracy stand? Where had social democracy more\nenemies, especially in Governmental circles, and where did\nDemocracy win the greatest victory over any government,\nno matter if imperial or republican? Somebody or some-\nthing is always adored in every country. It might be a\nbig man or a group of big men, or the woman as a sex,\nor his majesty, the people or it is the friendship to our\nKaiser, which you choose to call adoration. But don't you\nthink that the average state of education among our people\nalone, (which has hardly one illiterate) gives me the right\nto call ourselves the most democratically ruled people of\nthe world?\nYou ask about the state of affairs among periodical\npublications and daily papers. There is not one periodical\nthat suspended publication on account of the outbreak of\nthe war. But there are several dozens of magazines which\nhave doubled their volume since the mobilization, increas-\ning considerably their circulation. (Here follows an\nenumeration of 48 German periodicals, illustrated month-\nlies and weeklies and statistical dates of their increase.)\nThe daily papers especially in larger cities and of good\nrepute increased their circulation and size beyond the be-\nlief of possibilities. Six average a daily edition of one\nmillion copies—for German circumstances an enormous,\nmonster figure. The most read is \"Die Frankfurter\nZeitung.\" (Here follows the enumeration of the most\nimportant daily papers with statistics of circulation, ad-\nvertising, increase and decrease, and material printed.)\nAbout one hundred daily papers had to suspend publi-\ncation in the first week after the declaration of war. These\nwere mostly papers in smaller cities, whose financial stand-\ning was bad previous to the present complications, or in\nmany cases where one man had been publisher and editor,\nassisted perhaps by his son or some other relative and had\nbeen called to arms. There was no time to make arrange-\nments for the temporary continuation of the paper and\nso it was suspended.\nAnd now to the production and the disposal of books.\nOf course, in the first months, there was no business at\nall. Maps were manufactured and disposed of as quickly\nas they came from the presses. Later on the production\nfo war literature started, but now we really do not know\nthat there is wTar at all. Business is carried on just like\nin times of peace, and what is most wonderful, my own\nspeciality, the production of the book beautiful, and the\nselling of books de luxe is flourishing. We, in Germany,\nwould know little about the war that is carried on in our\nenemies' country, if there were pot telegrams which keep\nus posted about the operations in the field, and if the\nstreet pictures with the many soldiers did not remind us\nthat we are in arms.\nNecessities of life and heating material are partly\ncheaper, partly more expensive, compared to prices before\nAugust Ist, 1914. But market prices are varying always\neven in times of peace. Of course there are articles which\nare especially needed by our troops, like blankets and\nleather. These are rather scarce, but everybody could\nforesee this, and lay in a good stock long ago.\nAccording to the statistics of the exchange of German\nbook-dealers we published during the last five months of\n1914, fourteen thousand volumes of books, (there were\nonly 300 published in France). lam enclosing a clipping\nthat appeared this week in the Berliner Tageblatt about\nthree of my new publications de luxe. Subscriptions to\nthese very expensive works of art were all solicited after\nthe outbreak of the war. You can judge for yourself that"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "915", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.15", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nsuch a war does not reflect upon the population at home\nas severely as you outsiders imagine. Only the conscious-\nness of not being out there with our brothers at the front\nmakes us feel rather uncomfortable. I, for my part, was\nrefused several times on account of my weak heart.\nMore excitement than by war telegrams is being created\nhere in Munich by the new utra-modern exhibition of\n\"Die Neue Munchener Sezession.\" I do not know if\nyou in America are properly introduced to the Futurists\nand Cubists and all the other \"ists.\" It is really unbe-\nlievable in what theories they indulge and what they dare\nto transform into practice. Naturally a genius might be\nslumbering in one or the other of these artists, a genius\nthat the future has in store for us. But mostly know-\nnothingness, incapability and the thirst for sensationalism\nis hiding behind those vivid colors which in most cases\nhave not even traceable forms and lines.\nI am mailing you under seperate cover a few of the\nperiodicals published by me. I am afraid you will find\nin them that spirit that you call hatred and against which\nyou protest as not in harmony with literature and art, but\npray do no forget that we are surrounded by hatred, that\nwas carefully nursed and grown against us for tens of\nyears, meant to undermine the fruits of our hard labor.\nOur writers have no fish-blood in their veins and what\nyou call hatred is in reality a cry of indignation.\nI wish to emphasize that the accusations that appeared\nin several English journals regarding the book treasures\nexhibited by France, Russia, Japan and England during\nthe recent exhibition of graphic arts and book making in\nLeipzig is not based on facts. We do not intend to keep\nthese treasures or to steal them from the righteous pro-\nprietors. Even the smallest pamphelt as well as the books\nworth hundreds of thousands of dollars, are securely locked\nup in safe deposit vaults and will be safely returned to\ntheir proprietors in foreign countries after the conclusion\nof the war.\nPlease do not take these lines personally, but you asked\nme questions and here are the answers.\nVery sincerely yours,\n\nHans Von Weber\n\nBurning Waters\nBy Catulle Mendes\n(Translated from the French by Renee Lacoste)\nINASMUCH as he was consumed by fever—the cruel\nfever of love—the poor lover decided to bathe in the\ncalm and cool river which flowed over such smooth\npebbles.\nHe had been told:\n\"Seeing that you suffer without hope and without re-\nprieve, seeing that on your heart, your forehead, and your\nlips are stamped the incandescent flushes of eternally un-\nfulfilled desires, it would be advisable for you to go in\nthese waters and remain there a long time, as they have\nbeen credited since time immemorial with possessing the\npower of extinguishing the conflagrations of passion, and\nmany a one who wasn't any less strcken than you has felt\ntheir good effects. The whole countryside can bear wit-\nness to this.\"\nHe slid from the bank into the river. No sooner had\nhe stepped into the waters than he felt as if his whole\nbody were in the embrace of liye coals, as if it were\nenveloped in flames. He fled through the open country.\nBurns lacerated all parts of his body, devouring and con-\nsuming him. Never before had he experienced such un-\nbearable tortures.\nThat evening when he complained about it to the one\nwho didn't love him, she said:\n\"Ah! I know the reason well enough. It is because one\nday while I was passing by this river I dropped in it one\nof the tiny flowers which adorned my hair.\"\n\nGravity of Breakfast\nW/HETHER breakfast is the most serious and silent\nmeal, because it is first, or because it is the soberest\nit is difficult to say; but it does generally pass without\nmuch talk, or, at all events, without much talk that is\nworth recording. Punsters very seldom pun at breakfast,\nand the narrators of long-winded stories are at that time\nmore sparing of their tales. There is then seldom any\nargumentative discussion or any play of wit. Breakfast\nis altogether a matter of business, an affair of life and\ndeath, because if people did not break their fast, they could\nnot live. Dinner is quite another thing ;that is more a\nmatter of pleasure than of business; and they who speak\nof the pleasures of the table, are supposed to allude to\ndinner, and not to breakfast. A man may dine with\nColonel Roosevelt five days in the week; but it is a much\nmore serious matter to breakfast with Colonel Roosevelt.\n\nA Contented Native of Greenwich Village (He is a\nLandlord). By Jack Flanagan\n\nAnd such is the blessing of truth: it permits us to remain\nalways the same. He who wears a mask has to change it\nfrom time to time in order not to be recognized.\nHonor your dead—but not at the expense of your riving.\nYou might do deadly injury to vanity but you never can\nkill it.\nNot to know how to use your talent is still harder than\nnot to have talent at all."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "916", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.16", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWhy and How I Got Married\nMany hundred stories, brief and lengthy accounts, arrive every week at the desk of our Contest Editor. Most\nof them testify that marriage, even in our commonplace age, preserves its old romance and that to relate a story of\nhow Grandfather took Grandmother urges the pen into hands not otherwise ambitious of literary achievement. A\nhandful of these stories will be chosen every week for the perusal of our readers.\n\nWife His Teacher\nI. B.\nIN the time of the revolutionary period of 1905 almost every\nyoung person, in Russia, was eager to free the country\nfrom the paws of the Russian bear.\nI was one of the inspired young men who threw myself, with\nmy whole soul, into the revolutionary movement.\nAmong our comrades and associates, there was a beautiful\nyoung girl, Masha. She had soon noticed my illiteracy, and\nproposed to teach me how to read and write the Russian\nlanguage.\nWith tears of joy in my eyes I accepted her proposition.\nI was then twenty years of age, a shoemaker by trade.\nWhen I was eight years of age, my parents, very poor, gave\nme away to a master shoemaker, as an apprentice, to learn the\ntrade for four years without pay. In the fifth year I was\nsupposed to get twenty roubles with an increase of five roubles\nevery successive year.\nMy friendship to Masha soon turned into a burning love.\nBoth of us Were soon arrested, for distributing illegal literature.\nMasha, owing to the influence of her wealthy parents, was soon\nreleased from prison without a trial.\nHer parents have been trying their utmost to have me sent\naway to Siberia, at least for a couple of years, in order tnat I, a\npoor shoemaker, should not be able to associate with their\ndaughter.\nI escaped with only six months of imprisonment.\nOur town became too hot for revolutionists, and as soon as\nI had been released from prison, Masha and I concluded to\ngo to America.\nWith great difficulty, we came to the Island of Tears and\nSuffering.\nWe were not permitted to enter the land of the free and\nthe brave unless we marry.\nOn the next day, we were marching the streets of the\nMetropolis, as husband and wife, looking for some work.\nMany changes took place in our married life, since then, but\n• we are not sorry, and are always recollecting our past with a\nsmile.\n\nShe is Magnanimous\nL. W.\nSEVEN years ago I was spending the summer as usual near\na large lake in northern Maine. I knew all the guides in\nthis region of the Big Woods. One of them, a chum of mine\nsince little-girlhood, took me canoeing one night and said, \"I\nhave a 'boarder' coming to my camp to-morrow; a young artist,\na German.\" \"He's mine, Blackhawk,\" I responded quickly.\n\"Save him for me.\"\nThe next day I strolled through the woods along the shore-\npath which led past Blackhawk's camp. A strange young man\nwas casting for trout from a rock near the shore, and as I ap-\nproached he landed a fine big fish. The excitement led to an\nanimated conversation, which resulted in my showing him how\nto lay a camp fire and cook his precious trout. Four days later\nwe climbed the mountain together, affianced lovers—and within\nthe month we were married.\nHe was penniless, so was I. We believed in Love, in Art,\nand in each other. What more was necessary? We came to\nNew York and starved in a tiny attic room on Washington\nSquare South. ... A little son came. . . . He died.\n. . . Painting pictures means that one must have paints and\ncanvas—money can buy them, but food must be bought first, and\nthen there is no more money. As my man's talent lies deeper\nthan cigarette posters and pretty-pretty girls he has never yet\nbeen \"discovered.\" So years have passed in fruitless struggle.\nSometimes he has earned the food and shelter, sometimes I\nhave. Twice since I have become a mother—children have\nbeen our only luxuries.\nNow we have broken the nasty claws of poverty in our own\nway. The children are boarding with kind country people. I\nam working at the literary work that I love and barely sup-\nporting myself and them. My man is working out his problem\nfor himself—where I do not know—but this I do know, that\nultimately he will win, that he will gain the leisure and the\nmoney to enable him to paint the pictures that are his life.\nOf course no one understands my view of this. . . . If I\ndesired it I could swim in the sympathy of all who now dare\nnot voice their indignation, but I desire no sympathy for myself\n—rather for the man who through all these years of struggle\nhas kept faith enough in himself to give up all except his aim.\n\nPride and Stubbornness\n\nIN my father's house there were seven daughters and three\nsons. The sons were born to die like other folks. The\ndaughters were born to marry.\nCounting from the oldest down, or the youngest up, I was\nthe middle one. When I was sixteen my mother began talking\nabout my chances of marriage. Three sisters were already\nsettled and though there was nothing to object to in my broth-\ners-in-law, I could see nothing in the least alluring in the pros-\npect of annexing another of the same type. It all looked very\nhumdrum. I had the idea of getting away from country life\nand there was no way of doing this excepting by marrying a\ncity man. That variety was scarce. However, at a trifle past\nseventeen I met the man, who besides hailing from the Capital\nCity of the State, possessed qualities that appealed to the vein\nof romance in my make-up. He was handsome and he was not\nwhat the country folks described as \"steady.\" He had no set-\ntled employment and he was of such a general character that\nthe members of my family who sat in the seats of the mighty\nwould have none of him. He was not allowed to enter my\nfather's house. Our meetings and correspondence were cared\nfor by mutual friends. So, in this handsome boy, four years\nolder than myself I saw the misjudged hero of all the romances\nI had ever read or imagined.\nOf course, there were urgings for a clandestine marriage, but\nto this I would not consent. My father was a Baltimore man"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "917", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.17", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nand had the old school Southerner's ideas of protecting and\nmanaging his family. His edict was I should never marry this\nman in his house, and if I married- him anywhere else the\nhome would be shut against me forever after. I inherited some\nof his old stubbornness. I would be married at home and\nnowhere else.\nThere was a five years' engagement. The opposition of the\nfamily was growing shaky, but, at twenty-two my ideas had\ngrown to fit the other ma?i.\nTo oppose this change there were my old style sense of\nhonor. My word was given. So on a rainy day in June I\nwas married to my early fancy and went away with him,\ntaking what comfort I could to my heavy heart in the fact\nthat I was envied by my girl friends because of my handsome\nhusband, and that my home would be in the Capital City of\nthe State.\n\nP. P.\n\nThe Thlobbon of Sappanal\nACT VII\nTranslated by Lord Dunsany\nScene: The great hall at Ilaunos.\nTime: The year after the fifteenth festival of the\nAkneian mysteries.\nThe King is seated on the Throne of Skyadax, in the\nmidst of the splendid hall, looking out through the win-\ndow over the golden plains towards Heliostahn. Queen\nThyape is near him with attendants.\nTwelve men, entirely in grey, pass slowly over the\nstage at intervals of seven paces. They can scarcely see\nin the strong morning light, because they have never\nbefore left the caverns beneath the palace. Each one\nsalutes the King by uplifted hand as he passes the crystal\nthrone, and says to him \"This is the day.\" The King\nmotions at once to two of his spear-guard, who slip away\nfrom the hall.\nThe King (to Thyape)—So we shall never go to\nHeliostahn.\nThyape—We shall even yet go to Heliostahn, and sing\ntheir pastoral song. (To the King's Envoy) : Summon\nthe thakbars and the loyal and the sworn. Bid them\ncome armed at once. It is the day.\nThe King—We shall never come to the gates of Helio-\nstahn, nor sit by the river of Kyfe.\nThyape—lt was an idle prophhecy.\nThe King—ls not the sky bloodshot? Is there no\ntrouble among the winds?\nAn Attendant (leaning from the window)—There is\nno trouble among the winds to-day. The sky is like a\nturquoise that the mountaineers have found.\nThe King—Doth nothing evil come from Ektherana?\nAttendant—Nothing from Ektherana, save a far* speck\nof dust.\n(From now on the chiefs come in by twos and threes.\nPresently the two spearsmen of the guard come back to\nthe hall, dragging between them the slave who is destined\nto be king. Again the King casts his spear at him, and\nweeps when it harmlessly strikes a pillar of cedar.)\nThe King—At least let him be flogged.\n(The spearguard set upon the slave and wound and\nbeat him before the King.\nAll the King's thakbars and soldanos are by now\ngathered round him with weapons in their hands. On a\nsign from Thakbar Odwahn, they say in unison the oath\nto the dynasty of Skyadax.\nA sound of musick is heard far off.)\nA Spearsman of the Guard (looking out by the win-\ndow)—A company of camels is coming from Ektherana.\n(There is a silence among those assembled but for the\nmoans of the slave and the sound of the spearsmen wound-\ning him.)\nA Thakbar (to the Chieftain of the spear-guard) —\nThe musick has a sound as of silver drums.\nChieftain—lt is like to silver drums.\nThakbar—Silver drums strangely beaten.\nSeveral Voices at once—lt is the tune of the prophecy.\n(Henceforward, all listen, rapt to the strange musick\nwhich continues to grow louder; nobody speaks, and all\nforget the King.)\nThe King (to the Prophet of the Dynasty)—lt is the\ntune of the prophecy:\n(The Prophet of the Dynasty does not notice him, but\nstands listening to the musick.)\nThe King (clutching his wrist)—lt is the tune of the\nprophecy.\n(The Prophet of the Dynasty nods his head.\nThe spearsmen of the guard cease wounding the slave\nand listen to the musick. It grows so loud that his moans\nare audible no longer.\nFour powerful men enter. They have grizzly beards\nand are blind. By the taps and touches whereby they\nsign to each other, they appear to be also dumb. They\nmove apart and bend forward, each stretching out a hand,\nand moving grotesquely with a kind of dance, in step to\nthe tune outside, they grope about the hall. It is clear\nthat they are hunting for the King. Still all the King's\nmen stand motionless, still listening to the tune. The\nKing sits pale and silent, not deigning to descend from\nthe Throne of Skyadax. The four men draw silver pipes\nwith their left hands out of their tunics and play on them\nas they move, and by the sound they keep in perfect line.\nThe tune is the same as the one that is played outside.\nWhen their clutching right hands touch one of the thak-\nbars or soldanos, they withdraw it and keep on\nAt last one lays a crooked hand on the Throne of Sky-\nadax ; his pipe utters a sudden and shrill skirl. The other\nthree draw in. They grip the King, who neither speaks\nnor resists, and walking erect, he is led away between their\nungainly figures.\nPresently, by an unseen hand outside, his crown is\nthrown into the hall, and is gently placed by the Prophet\nof the Dynasty on the slave's bleeding forehead as he lies\non the onyx floor, the rest continuing as it were in a\ntrance. And as soon as this is accomplished, the sound of\nthe magical tune grows rapidly fainter and fainter.\nAt seven paces interval, the twelve grey men* return,\nand each uplifts his hand as he passes the slave.)\nCURTAIN.\n\nOften we tell to somebody else what we would like to\nkeep secret before our own selves.\nHappiness ? Unhappiness ?\nPerhaps they are only various degrees of power, and\nhappiness we call what we are able to exert."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "918", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.18", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n(To be continued)\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Bruno's Weekly, Inc. Charles Edison, Pres.; Guido Bruno, Viee-Pres.;\nWalter \"L. Eckert, Sec. and Treas., at 58 Washington Square, New York City. Edited and written by Guido\nBruno. 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\nHE took her arm and they walked along happily. She\npulled him over and walked in the gutter while he\nwalked on the curb. \"I feel like it's raining and I'm bare-\nfooted and it's just a joy,\" she said. She told him she had\nto fix her sixter's doll; she never played with dolls, they\nwere so foolish. She laughed and said, \"It ain't hard to\nhave a baby. I know all about it.\" He answered, \"Shut up\nnow.\" Jean told him he would have to be good now until\nhe died, because his mother would know everything he did.\nWhen they came by the house again she wanted to sit on\nthe steps. \"It's so nice here because nobody's inside; but\nwe'll have to talk in whispers, anyway, on account of your\nmother.\" She asked him, \"What would you rather be,\nMartin? I'd rather be a heroine and save a child from a\nfire—and be all scarred up so I had to stay in the hospital\nand get flowers.\" He said she would surely court death;\nthat her dress would fly out and catch a flame if there\nwere any to speak of. She said, \"Yes, I know it's awful;\nbut it would be fun, too.\" Then she told him he would\nbe rich now, with only himself. She sighed and scratched\nher hand on his rough one, as she always did when they\nwere alone. She liked to have him make her stop it, be-\ncause then she would tussle with him and sometimes he\nwould hurt her. Martin thought from what she said and\ndid that she liked being hurt more than anything.\nHe said no, he would never be any good and could not\never marry, because he might have children. He thought\nit was wrong to have children unless you could send them\nto school even after they got big. \"Yes, all our people\nare such fools,\" said Jean. She was standing up on the\nstep and he was below her. She suddenly closed her eyes\nand stiffened up. Then she said, \"Oh!\" and started to\nfall. He caught her just in time and her weight came\nfull against him. He wondered that she was so light and\n. seemed so little. All at once he felt himself aching all\nover and did not remember anything more except her hair\nin his mouth and her face in front of his, right up against\nit. The face did not seem like hers at all, it was close to\nhim, and it was three times as big as hers and looked so\nwild. They both made funny little sounds in their throats\nwhen he let her go. Martin's throat was so dry he Could\nnot speak. He took her arm without knowing it and they\nwalked to her house. She laid her head on his shoulder\nand he could not see her face, but he felt her shaking\nunder his arm. He thought she was crying, but when she\nlooked up he saw she was laughing. \"I was so scared,\nMartin, darling,\" she said. \"Something pushed me off the\nstep. It kept pushing me right at you and I couldn't stop.\"\nHe was scared, too, and shivered and they held each other\ntighter. Presently she said, \"Now, you must always tell\nme I'm pretty, but if you don't mean it, I'll know by your\n}y\nvoice.\nAfter she had gone in he felt he was perspiring all over.\nHe went home and splashed water on himself. When he\nstarted to fix the clock he remembered what she said about\nit and wanted to throw it out of the window.\nThe next night Martin tried to see her again and she\ntold him she would never let herself out of somebody's\nsight with him again; that she might have known he had\nno chivalry. He said to quit beating around the bush, to\ntell him what was the trouble. She had a bucket with\nsome eggs in it, taking it home. She held it up and said,\n\"Let me pass.\" Martin stood in her way and she tried\nto dodge past him, but he stopped her everv time. She\nsaid, \"You'd have had more senses not to take advantage\nof a fainting woman.\" It made him so mad he held her\nand kissed her about twenty times. She said it was not\nher that let him, but the eggs, and he need not flatter him-\nself.\nThe next time he saw her she stood square up to him\nand said, \"Now, Martin Hupp, you know you're only\ndallying.\" He made her sit down and told her life had\ngot to be hard with him now; he did not think like he\nused to, and if his mother was back it would be better for\nhim, because he knew he had lost her too soon for his own\ngood. Jean straightened up and tried to look like a teacher\nin school and took his hand and said, \"Now it's my duty\ntp take her place and I've been such a fool not to know\nwhat you meant.\" She said it was hard for a girl to\nknow when she had any friends and she did not really hate\nhim at all, but something had told her tj acr tnat way.\nHe was so glad to feel her hand* again she said he almost\nbroke her thumb. Then she kissed him on the cheek and\nsaid, \"I've always hated myself, and now more than ever.''\nShe came over every day, long enough, anyway, to move\nsomething so he would know she had been there. He got\nso he would take everything in the house that she had\ntouched and hold it against his coat, where his heart ought\nto be, for a minute. They went out together almost every\nnight for a walk or in the park or to one of the gardens.\n\nEdith Haynes Thompson\nHER SHOP\n*\nContaining Many Quaint and Beautiful Things\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE SOUTH\nHours: 1 to 5.30 P. M.\n\nj. 112. McCarthy\nPAINTINGS AND\nANTIQUES\n30 WEST 46th STREET"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "[919]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160812-01.1.19", "texte": "HOTEL BREVOORT\nCAFE LAFAYETTE\nFifth Avenue\nUniversity Place\nRAYMOND ORTEIG, INC.\nThe Two French Hotels and Restaurants of New York\n\nGONFARONE'S\n40 West Bth Street\nTABLE D'HOTE\n\"Eating places are literary landmarks\" said O. Henry, speaking of Gonfarone's in one of Ms\nunexcelled Greenwich Village Stories.\n\nGreenwich Village Inn\n(Pony's)\nBetween Washington Sq. & 6th Ave.\nService a la Carte\nOutdoor Dining Room\nFrom the making of a lamp to the creation of a\nperiod room there is a right and a wrong\nway. The problems of your own house may be\nanswered by consulting\nANTON HELLMAN\n80 West Washington Square :\nSpring 6340\nFlorence Gough has designed children's play\nfrocks and kiddies rompers for vacation wear.\nPAINT BOX\nISO W. 4th St., nr. 6th Ave., N. 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