{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_sha256": "ce3bdefd94b13b56c527df584988ebe5685ecc9863150fbc85de357b0d69938c", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/09/30_01/bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/09/30_01/bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.2", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 104, "fin_caractere_exclue": 336, "texte": "The contents include: ,\nWoolworth Varieties of Our New York Boheme\nThe Censorship of Literature\nEditors of Individual Magazines, A Story of Joy\nand Sorrow\nThe Book of Bargains, A Study in Murder\nSplitting the Ears of the Groundlings"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1117]", "page_fin": "[1117]", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "In The Evening", "titre_sommaire": "In The Evening", "signature_source": "James Whitcomb Riley", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[1117]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 142, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1001, "texte": "In The Evening\nJames Whitcomb Riley\n1.\nwN the evening of our days,\n* When the first far stars above\nGlimmer dimmer, through the haze,\nThan the dewy eyes of love,\nShall we mournfully revert\nTo the vanished morns and Mays\nOf our youth, with hearts that hurt,—\nIn the evening of our days?\n2.\nShall the hand that holds your own,\nTill the twain are thrilled as now,\nBe withheld, or colder grown?\n, Shall the kiss upon your brow\nFalter from its high estate?\nAnd, in all forgetful ways,\nShall we sit apart and wait,—\nIn the evening of our days?\n3.\nNay, my wife—my life!—the gloom\nShall enfold us velvetwise,\nAnd my smile shall be the groom\nOf the gladness of your eyes:\nGently, gently as the dew\nMingles with the darkening maze,\nI shall fall asleep with you—\nIn the evening of our days.\n(The original of this poem is in the collection of\nMr. T. P. Madigan, New York)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1117]", "page_fin": "1118", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Woolworth Varieties of Our New York Boheme", "titre_sommaire": "Woolworth Varieties of Our New York Boheme", "signature_source": "F. van Norstrand Groves", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[1117]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 1003, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5217, "texte": "Woolworth Varieties of Our\nNew York Boheme\n\nOR I might have entitled this\"From The Normal To The\nAbnormal\" or \"Que Vult Decipi Decipiatur.\" It all\namounts to the same thing: Nobody's so deceived as the\nDeceiver!\nAnd I will say right now that you, Guido Bruno, had better\nnot publish this, as you, O Villager, had better pass up the\nreading.of it (in the event Ye Editor proves alike impervious\nto both my warning and my little mallet) unless\nunless it really be that Truth, martyrised upon Golgotha and\nfrom thence comdemned to a wandering and a precarious\nexistence, has—at least for the moment—taken refuge among\nthe dingy old buildings, the quaint thoroughfares and narrow\nalleys, the reminiscent purlieus and enchanting atmosphere\nof Greenwich Village: New York's Quartier Latin.\nPersonally I will admit of there being such a possibility.\nI am even quite sure of having glimpsed nuditas veritatis\nforma upon the several pilgrimages I have lately made in and\naround the banlieu of Washington Square. Once I was even\nquite sure I discerned Her holding Her mirror behind a very\ncharming young woman with whom I held a most interesting\nconversation \"Just Down The Rabbit Hole From Wash-\nington Square!\" Barely had I rather sensed than discerned\nHer presence, however, than my companion turned and, per-\nceiving Her more clearly perhaps than did I, took fright at\nwhat she saw the vision faded and Diogenes, dis-\nappointed and perhaps a bit disgusted, too, climbed to the\nstreet just in time to avoid yielding to his besetting tempta-\ntion: the unutterable joys of a bitting sarcasm. As one of\nmy favourite shrines is The Rabbit Hole, where I can sit and\nmeditate over a cup of fairly good coffee, la petite de ce soir\nla has never returned during my incumbency of the \"back\nroom.\"\nBut I refuse to be discouraged. Truth I have oft times\nfound to be attained through Fear!\nIn the main, I should say, the only difference between the\ndenizens of the back-streets of the slopes of Montmartre and\nhe, or she, of the Rue Macdougal is analogous to that be-\ntween the talent of an accomplished actor and the crude\nefforts of a perfervid amateur. The one lives in, by, and\nthrough his art; the other somehow manages to survive in\nspite of his varied and frenzied vagaries. Understand, please,\nI am merely referring to the general strata of such as I have\nmet in\"The Village.\" Ordinarily I possess the happy faculty\nof attracting the interest and contracting the acquaintance\nof the very best people in any locality. There is a possibility\nI fell in with the wrong crowd——in which case those who\nknow the ropes will be in a position to commiserate with me\nand to wish me better luck. On the other hand I have met\nsome very charming people there who unfortunately\nconstitute The Minority.\nThe Minority are the leaven, the salvation of The\nMajority!\nPar example, there is an association of persons claiming\nliberality of views who congregate to fraternize inter se upon\nvarious occasions. These are quite vociferous in their claims\nto originality, radicalism and untramelled freedom generally.\nI was a guest of theirs upon several occasions, wherefore I\nmingled freely with them—despite warnings from outsiders\nto steer clear. Frankly, I was disappointed; for they pushed\ntheir radicalism to such an extent they became conservative\nin it—that is, conservative radicals! Conservatism without\nany of the mossy, moldy beauty thereof. Since then, I under-\nstand, they've banished all their interesting and worthwhile\nassociates and welcomed with open arms about all the mis-\nanthropes, poseurs, \"nuts\" and doctrineless spellbinders,\nthe hoi-poloi of the carfour.\nDegeneracy, inherent in most radicalism, set in at an\nearlier stage than usual in this gathering. About their only\nsalvation, now, is to turn wildly conservative!\nThe general conception of type—including its popular use\nas a word—originated in the studios of La Boheme, whence\nit spread beyond the pale. There are types of various hues\nand vintages in and about Washington Square, as well.\nWitness the Orange Smock variety, the ten cent impressario\nin wide-brimed Stetson with flowing mane and swishing tail,\nthe concave-visaged spendthrift cum situm insatiabilis, the"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2791, "texte": "bob-haired and receeding chined species, the lackadaisical,\naddle-pated girls to whom married life plus motherhood\nwould be the one cure and a revelation in the art of living,\nthe birth controlists—who as yet have given birth to naught\nsave new and more complicated forms of degeneracy, and\nwould to God they could control these: the hysterical, artless\nsirhps whose betters, even now, languish in durance vile in\nMatteawan, N. Y. These are, for lack of a better synonym,\nwhat I call the Woolworth variety of Bohemians: the five\nand ten cent genus!\nWe all know the types of these characters, many of whom\nwe recognize will some day become distinguished as\nartists, literati, etc.; others of whom we meet in later rambles\nthrough the haunts of insanity, degeneracy and crime.\nMany there are who have set sail upon the flowing tides\nof artistic creation that run swiftly through Greenwich Vil-\nlage towards the great open seas of the World. A few there\nare who arrive in port, some under a full spread of canvas.\nHow many more are there not who, becoming water-logged,\nsink in full sight of an excellent career as a salesman, a\nbushelman, or an automobile demonstrator. The galaxy of\nbusiness talent that has gone to glory upon the reefs and\nshoals of Greenwich Village is sufficient to warrant the\nNational Emblem's flying at half-mast for a full day. As in\neverything else, many are called but few are chosen! And\nthe number of really excellent sales-ladies, barbers, seam-\nstresses, philosophers and head-waiters, now masquerading\nas authoresses, philosophers, sociologists, sculptors and\nartists, is really amazing and cannot help but prove a\ndistinct loss to the busy marts of trade.\nVulcan leering through the mask of Phidias, Medusa seek-\ning to stuff her serpent tresses within the diadem of Pallas\nAthene—such are common in\"The Village.\"\nBohemianism, to such, means but a cover for light house-\nkeeping, for desultory ways, for lack of breeding and the\nsavoir faire of polite society. I might even compare them to\nservants aping the airs of their betters below stairs.\nO there are many things I want to say—but which, if I do,\nwould arouse the assembled Lares and Penates of Wash-\nington Square. Besides, there wouldn't be space left to\npublish them.\nIf this is published—and the age of miracles is by no\nmeans past—l shall be sneered at, sniffed at and snubbed if\nfound out; guessed at, hissed at and mayhap stoned, or\nworse—ostracized. But it won't be the first time dearie, no,\nnor the last.\nMeantime the Winter Season holds forth much that is\ndistinctly promising, as forshadowed by present events in\n\"The Village.\" Lately a certain coterie of the decidedly staid\nand habitual Bohemians met and organized \"The Sev\nbut that's another story.\n\nF. van Norstrand Groves"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1118", "page_fin": "1118", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "The Censorship of Literature", "titre_sommaire": "The Censorship of Literature", "signature_source": "William M. Reedy in his Mirror", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2793, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5425, "texte": "The Censorship of Literature\nBy William M. Reedy in his Mirror\nMr. Theodore Dreiser wrote a novel called \"The Genius.\"\nThe hero of that novel was a great fellow with the ladies\nand Mr. Dreiser tells with much frankness all about that\nhero's way with a maid, wife or widow, or else a woman who\nwas neither. Now the successor of Anthony Comstock wants\nto suppress Mr. Dreiser's novel or to force its publisher, the\nJohn Lane Company, to eliminate from the novel all those\nparts in which Mr. Dreiser's hero performs his stunt of\nputting the \"come-hither\" upon the woman, in contempt of the\nseventh commandment. Likewise they would suppress the\narguments in the book in behalf of such proceedings con-\ncupiscential upon the part of the hero or his various loves.\nThe Society of American Authors has entered protest against\nsuch a censorship of the novel. Every person who has any\nregard for honest literature should join in the protest. Mr.\nDreiser's book is not immoral in the least. His hero's career\nas it culminates does not make any case either for the\nrighteousness, the profitability or the material satisfaction of\nhimself. The hero comes out of it all, shown up more than\na bit of a chump. There is nothing in the tale calculated to\ninduce anyone to follow the example of Mr. Dreiser's\n\"genius.\" Mr. Dreiser deals with certain facts of life which\nwill continue to exist even though they be never mentioned\nin polite society. Mr. Dreiser's book does not inculcate im-\nmorality. It is absurd that a piece of writing like \"The\nGenius\" should be mutilated by the successors of the late\nMr. Comstock. Mr. Dreiser tried to depict a phase of life\nwith fidelity to truth and with no purpose to serve evil. He\nwrote as an artist, solely to present an imaginary life-\nhistory in a way to make readers figure out for themselves\nthe meaning and the purpose of their own lives. For that\nmatter he showed how too much sex destroyed the genius\nand bruised or blighted everyone with whom he was\nassociated. The protest against interference with the free-\ndom of art cannot be too strong. Literary censorship is an\nintolerable institution. It cramps imagination and cripples\ninvention. It has a paralytic influence upon thought. And\nit does not help morals in the least. Indeed, it puts a premium\nupon the meanest nastinesses that circulate clandestinely.\nThe best disinfectant of base art is freedom. \"The Genius\"\nis not a corrupting novel. It is not a nasty novel, though it\nhas defects of taste. It shows how \"genius\" is not above\nthe moral law. The writers and the readers of the country\nshould not stand for its suppression nor mutilation."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1118", "page_fin": "1118", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Sadakichi", "titre_sommaire": "Sadakichi", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 5427, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5436, "texte": "Sadakichi"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1119", "page_fin": "1119", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Curious House", "titre_sommaire": "The Curious House", "signature_source": "Martin Brown", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1699, "texte": "The Curious House\nMartin Brown\nIN the glaring light of the Great White Way\nThere stands a house, quite a common affair.\nSmart enough, nothing more v\nWith a grilled front door\nAnd a tidy, well-kept air.\nJust a house you could see—well, any day\nAnd almost anywhere.\nOn the jostling throngs in the Great White Way\nThe windows look, but their straight-hung lace\nNever parts to display\nA room grave or gay\nOr to frame a passing face.\nYou may pass by night, you may pass by day\nEach curtain is in its place.\nSome there are who swear they have seen within\nWhere shaded lights shed a soft pink glow.\nAnd some say they have thought\nThat they faintly caught\nAn echo of music slow.\nSome whisper that it is a house of sin\nAnd gossip of laughter low.\nHas no one a key to the iron door?\nFor shut it stands all the whole year through.\nDon't you think at all cost\nIf the key was lost\nThey would put on a lock quite new?\nUnless there is no one to open it for—\nHow sad if that thought were true.\nBut if one should come to the house at last\nUnlock the door and open it wide\nIt might prove all cold,\nJust empty and old\nAnd musty, dark inside.\nThe lights and the music, shades of the past—\nGhosts of the things that had died.\nYet why not think that the curtains may hide\nDreams of delight, and a joy too divine\nTo expose to the glare\nOf the street and the stare\nOf stranger eyes blind with wine.\nFor may not the key be of gold, and inside\nTo turn at a knock of thine?\nWhere the jostling crowd pays curious heed\nThere stands a house, quite a common affair\nAnd the gossips are right\nIts mysterious quite\nWith its tidy, well-kept air.\nPerhaps Love the curious riddle might read,\nBut Love never passes there."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1119", "page_fin": "1119", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "The Optimist", "titre_sommaire": "The Optimist", "signature_source": "After the Norwegian of P. Chr. Asbjornsen by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 1701, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2805, "texte": "The Optimist\n(After the Norwegian of P. Chr. Asbjornsen by Guido Bruno)\nTHERE was once a Rabbit who walked about on the\nluscious green of God's free nature.\n\"Hooray-la-la!\" he yelled, jumping about gleefully and\nall of a sudden he made a long somersault and landed in the\nmidst of newly-sprouting corn.\nHe spied the Fox coming slowly and carefully down the\nroad.\n\"Good morning Mr. Fox,\" exclaimed the Rabbit. \"I tell\nyou today I'm really glad, glad from the bottom of my heart,\nI married\"—\n\"Well that's nice,\" said the Fox.\n\"Oh! no it wasn't so awfully nice,\" replied the Rabbit.\n\"My wife wasn't one of the youngest of women, and after-\nwards she turned to be quite bothersome.\"\n\"Then you didn't fare very well?\" asked the Fox.\n\"Well, it wasn't so very bad either; she had a good deal of\nmoney and then, too, she owned the house.\"\n\"That was very fortunate,\" rejoined the Fox.\n\"Oh! no it wasn't so very fortunate,\" replied the Rabbit.\n\"The house burned down with all our property.\"\n\"That was really too bad,\" said the Fox.\n\"It wasn't so very bad,\" continued the Rabbit, \"because\nthe wife burned down too.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1119", "page_fin": "1119", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "The Musical Boarding House", "titre_sommaire": "The Musical Boarding House", "signature_source": "Tom Sleeper", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 2807, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3424, "texte": "The Musical Boarding House\nTom Sleeper\nMUSIC hath charms to sooth the savage breast\nPerhaps it's so—but let that rest\nNo savage breast can my breast be\nWhen same starts punching harmony.\nFor when she piays, my startled brain recoils dismayed,\nwhile horrid Pain,\nTakes sole possession of my thought : j\nMy bosom heaveth—sore distraught. \\\n*\nNor is this all—far worse to come\nWhen Algio's breath and nervous thumb\nAnd fingers basely press the keys\nAnd send out raukish, tortured breeze.\nT'is then in agony my breast convulsed with horror\nwill not rest\nPoet your words are not for me 1\nNo savage breast can my breast be."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1120", "page_fin": "1122", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Editors of Individual Magazines", "titre_sommaire": "Editors of Individual Magazines", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5341, "texte": "Editors of Individual Magazines\n\nAMONG those men who have the courage to stand up for\nideas of their own, their own style, their own conception\nof the world, are those, the most pathetic figures in American\nletters, who founded a magazine of their own; who did not\nfollow the example of their contemporaries, submitting to the\nwishes of their publishers and to the presumed desire of the\nreading public. Since 1827 when there appeared in New\nYork \"The Satyrist\" anonymously signed: Peter Pindar, till\ntoday, many scores of little individual publications appeared\nand disappeared. Tens of thousands are unsuccessful in\ntheir ambition as publishers of their own papers. Lack of\nfunds was in most cases the reason of their premature death.\nOthers expressed their personality in a few numbers of their\nperiodical. They had said everything they had to say and so\nthey laid aside their pen and kept silent.\nElbert Hubbard in his Philistine was one of the editors\nof individual magazines who kept for nineteen years his many\nthousands of readers interested in the constant progress of\nhis thought. But then Elbert Hubbard with his so many\nvaried activities, with his singular talents not only to create\nthought but also action, could have published a daily news-\npaper in our metropolis and undoubtedly his circulation\nstatements would have fallen only a little short of those\npresented so gracefully during the last week by Mr. Hearst\nin his Evening Journal.\nBut long before Elbert Hubbard's activities in East\nAurora, Detroit, Michigan could boast of an individual paper.\nAn Early Greenwich Village Magazine\nWHILE the Philistine was the forerunner of many\nhundreds of journals and individualistic magazines in\npocket-size, which came and went, his idea of a small\nmagazine of protest was by no means original, not even in\nithe United States. In fact, right here among us in Green-\nwich Village, the very first periodical \"of protest\" saw the\nlight of the world et eo ipso expired gently.\nIn October, 1827, a little sheet of sixteen pages, a trifle\nlarger than the Philistine, THE SATYRIST, or THE NEW\nYORK SATIRICAL MIRROR, was published by a literary\ngentleman who concealed his identity under the pseudonym\n\"Peter Pindar.\" The chief features of his magazinette were\nvery, very fine satires of prominent New York citizens,\nespecially rich merchants were his prey, names which arc\ntoday a vital part of the early history of New York. His\nmagazine is unique, perhaps, among all the magazines on\nrecord for the reason that he followed his first number with\nthe third, explaining editorially, that he made to a certain\ngentleman in exchange for a sum of money, certain promises\nto publish a satire on one of his business competitors. After\ncareful deliberation—and perhaps after the money was spent\n—he came to the conclusion that his promise had been too\nhasty and that it could not be combined with his dignity as\neditor. Literary men in those days, as well as today, had\nnot always the necessary cash on hand to make monetary\nreparations. Therefore, \"Peter Pindar\" decided to do justice\nto himself and to his patrons. For the second number he\npromised that satire, \"Whenever there will be a second\nnumber this satire will appear.\" But there never was one.\nIn fact, the \"New York Satyrist\" stopped publication after its\nthird number, it taking the place of the second.\nInteresting is the narrative in the third number telling til\nabout the editor's struggles with his printer. Times don't\nseem to have changed very much. Printers and publishers\nwill readily agree.\nReitzel's \"The Poor DevilR\"\nSEPTEMBER, 1900, saw the end of a famous Detroit\nnewspaper, known as \"Der Arme Teufel,\" a little Ger-\nman weekly periodical founded by Robert Reitzel. The\npaper was obliged to suspend publication because of a lack\nof support. Reitzel carried it on successfully for fifteen\nyears, and for three years after his death \"The Poor Devil\"\nhad been in capable editorial hands. But people wanted\nReitzel.\nA review of the rise, growth and decline of this unique\nlittle periodical must, in effect, be an account of Reitzera\nown peculiarities. Reitzel's battle-cry was \"Death to hypo-\ncrisy!\" He was the foe of custom and conventionality. Strong\nin his personal prejudices and idiosyncrasies, he refused to\nbow to the spirit of the times. He insisted that the world\ncome to him. He had many noble ideas, but he joined with\nno man in their indorsement. All his life he lashed men for\nlack of justice, and never shaded or inclined.\nAs a business man he was grotesque. His paper went to\nEngland, France, Holland, Ireland, China, South Africa—in\na word, to the ends of the earth. United with his\namazing mental stubbornness was a quality sweet and mild,\nand sometimes he dipped his pen in gall and wormwood, and\nagain he wrote with an Easter lily.\nReitzePs \"Arme Teufel\" was first printed in a little stuffy\noffice on Champlain street, near Randolph, Detroit. The\nroom was littered with newspaper plunder; a few woodcuts\nwere tacked on the walls; a batch of old papers were stacked\nabout; there was a bookcase in full view. It was a desolate,\nbarren place, a mere loft, as it were.\nAt one of the tables Robert Reitzel, the editor, usually sat\nsmoking a long pipe with a huge bowl. He was a man of\nmedium size, inclined to stoutness. He had a large head,"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4326, "texte": "broad forehead, small nose, small dark eyes, black, luxuriant\nhair, inclined to curl, and, as an odd personal trait, occasion-\nally sniffed the air by thrusting out his lips slightly as he\nwrote rapidly. He generally wore a white shirt, but was in-\nclined to be negligent in other portions of his dress.\nReitzel was always absolutely ungovernable, and conse-\nquently the business management of his paper did not exist\nat all. He refused to receive his best advertiser's card on\none occasion, simply because the advertiser was overheard\nexpressing some heretical opinion. It is said that Reitzel\nnever solicited an advertisement in his life. When funds ran\nlow a notice, usually couched in comical style, would appear\nin\"The Poor Devil,\" calling on those in arrears; and to make\nsure that the request was not to be construed as a begging\nplan, Reitzel made it clear that his words were intended only\nfor those able to pay. There were many persons on his lists\nfrom whom he never expected money. Thus, obtaining cash\nenough to supply the immediate needs of those about him,\nReitzel continued his paper with a free hand and after his\nown good fashion of a knight-errant, hitting a head wherever\none popped up.\nReitzel's paper is without an index, and as \"The Poor\nDevil\" was published for fifteen years, the confusion involved\nin discovering a former extract is well nigh disastrous.\nHis biography of Shakespeare—only a fragment—is one\nof the most beautiful things in the German language. Shake-\nspeare was one of Reitzel's hero-men. So was Jesus Christ,\nand Reitzel was a free-thinker. But he admired Christ's\nteachings.\nThe Scoop and Mr. Eaton\nONE of the most unique magazines in the world is the\nweekly publication of the Chicago Press Club,\"The\nScoop.\" It is written by and for the active members of the\nPress Club. The active members of the Press Club are the\nablest writers and artists of this country.\nChicago is one of the stations on the passion way of the\nAmerican writer and artist. Here is the clearing house for\nthe Western part of our country, and if Chicago be called\nthe \"head\" of the West, the Press Club, with its old, renowned\nbuilding on North Dearborn street, might safely be called its\n\"brains.\"\nFrom a four-paged bulletin recording Press Club news and\nminutes of the business meetings, Mr. Wm. Eaton, or \"Bill\"\nEaton, as every newspaper man in this country knows him,\ncreated \"The Scoop,\" a thirty-two-page magazine filled with\nthe wittiest and finest stuff my men who are the front cover\nfeatures of America's biggest' magazines. Only a man with\nthe individuality of Bill Eaton could have undertaken and\nmade a success of such a magazine. He is one of the oldest\nnewspaper men in this country. Stories, which have gone on\nrecord since as having made world's history, were written by\nhim and sensed up to their real value. As dramatic critic he\nhad opportunity to lend a helping hand to those who have\nmade good since. He was always just and did not hesitate\nto come out with the naked truth. He condemned whenever\nhe couldn't do anything but condemn. But he is known the\nworld over \"as the one man who never said an unkind word\nor added personal reflections to his purely professional\ncriticisms.\" Eugene Field, Ben King, Stanley Waterloo, Opie\nRead and Colonel Visher were his daily associates in their\ntimes, and all the others *who made the Nineties an illustrious\nperiod of American letters of the past century. Will Eaton\nlikes youth; he has an open ear for everything new, and\nwhat he did as editor and managing-editor a score of years\nago he is doing to-day. He grasps a story and its value, and\nhe does not hesitate to acknowledge it. The pages of his\n\"Scoop\" are open to everybody who has something to say,\nbut it really must be something and it has to be said\noriginally.\nThe \"Scoop\" is an inspiration to every writer and artist in\nthis country. If he \"got there\" and is enjoying the fruits of\nhis good fortune, the \"Scoop\" is the connecting link between\nhim, now in the glory of his achievements, and those past days\nof striving, aiming and of disappointment. And for him who\nis sitting in a hall-room hardly any more capable to believe\nin his final success, \"The Scoop\" is a consoler, a sign-post.\nA sign-post that seems to spur him on his way, on that\nendless road to success."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1977, "texte": "Michael Monahan\nONE name stands out among the present day literateurs\nthat will mean to all our sons and grandsons wh#t it\nmeans to a few of us to-day. Michael Monahan, the patriarch\nof American essayists who created for themselves a magazine\nof their own, speaks to us like the long unheard of voice of\nidealism, which we buried a long time ago in the hustle-bustle\nof life. He calls back to life the subconscious longing for\nquiet, for peace and for beauty. He knows that the chief\nessence of life are small details that seem to us mere trifles.\nHe portrays life in detail, and therefore he creates master-\npieces.\nIt was in some gallery in Bruxelles, oh, so many years ago.\nI stood in front of a colossal painting by some old master\nwhose name I have forgotten. The painting had made a\nprofound impression upon me. A kind old gentleman, who\nhad also admired the painting turned to me and said: \"Young\nman, you know that if you would take a pair of scissors and\ncut this canvas into pieces of one square inch, each little piece\nwould represent a masterpiece itself and would create in you\na similar impression as does this painting.\"\nOften after I have finished my day's work, and I take up\none of Michael Monahan's books to read, before I deliver\nmyself to that generous benefactor, Morpheus, I think of that\nold man in the gallery of Bruxelles. No matter what page I\nopen in his \"Palms of Papyrus\" or some of the volumes of\nthat old incomparable small Journal of his, \"Papyrus,\" or if I\nhappen to glance through a page in his present magazine, THE\nPHOENIX, I find that every sentence is a little masterpiece.\nHis essays, his stories, his aphorisms, are like an old\nVenetian mosaic: the best of material, wonderfully shaped,\ncolors and form masterfully selected, placed with loving care\none next to the other.\nAnd we look at the masterpiece after its completion. It is\njust what it seems to be, so natural, never artificial, always\nselect but never selected."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1120", "page_fin": "1120", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.11.1", "titre_corps": "Elbert Hubbard and William Reedy, the great editor of St. Louis. Mr. Reedy has, for the past twenty-five years, published and edited the foremost literary paper of the United States.", "titre_sommaire": "Elbert Hubbard and William Reedy, the great editor of St. Louis. Mr. Reedy has, for the past twenty-five years, published and edited the foremost literary paper of the United States.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 5343, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5525, "texte": "Elbert Hubbard and William Reedy, the great editor of\nSt. Louis. Mr. Reedy has, for the past twenty-five years,\npublished and edited the foremost literary paper of the\nUnited States."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1121", "page_fin": "1121", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.11.2", "titre_corps": "Robert Reitzel, a snapshot", "titre_sommaire": "Robert Reitzel, a snapshot", "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": "1121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 4328, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4354, "texte": "Robert Reitzel, a snapshot"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1121", "page_fin": "1121", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.11.3", "titre_corps": "William Eaton", "titre_sommaire": "William Eaton", "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": "1121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 4356, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4369, "texte": "William Eaton"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1122", "page_fin": "1122", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.11.4", "titre_corps": "Michael Monahan, his portrait as it appeared in his \"Phoenix\"", "titre_sommaire": "Michael Monahan, his portrait as it appeared in his \"Phoenix\"", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1979, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2040, "texte": "Michael Monahan, his portrait as it appeared in his\n\"Phoenix\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1122", "page_fin": "1122", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "The Speculator", "titre_sommaire": "The Speculator", "signature_source": "Cafs Paw", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2042, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2908, "texte": "The Speculator\nCafs Paw\nHIS wealth is imaginary, and nowhere. He contracts\ndebts, and calculates on miracles to pay them. He\ntrusts everybody, and everybody trusts him, while the ball\ncan be kept up; and when it falls to the ground, they all roll\naway and perish together. The idea of owing more than he\ncan ever reasonably expect to pay, does not rob him of a\nwink of sleep, or disturb his repose for a moment. \"Eat,\ndrink, and be merry, for to-morrow we die,\" is his maxim;\nhe livens as if the world were at his command; he despises\nthe sordid maxim of cutting his coat according to his cloth,\nfor the cloth belongs to others; he goes the way of all flesh,\nand when his books are examined by the assignees, it is\nfound that, though he has lived like a prince, and spent his\nhundreds of thousands, he never was worth a farthing, when\nhis debts were paid.\n. .. V - -"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1122", "page_fin": "1122", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "Lillies", "titre_sommaire": "Lillies", "signature_source": "Mildred Antisdale", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2910, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3406, "texte": "Lillies\nMildred Antisdale\nIN the hall of a rich, college dormitory was a wide bowl of\nwhite lillies.\nThey were so huge and so white that they could be plainly\nseen from the avenue. The girls who passed in and out did\nnot see them. They were accustomed to lillies and to roses\ntied with yards of pink satin. They had pearls, too, which\nlooped twice and clasped with diamonds.\nOn the avenue was a very poor dray-man. He saw the\nlillies.\n\"They make me think,\" he said, \"of the first dawn in\nSicily.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1122", "page_fin": "1122", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Pen, Paper and Ink", "titre_sommaire": "Pen, Paper and Ink", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3408, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3662, "texte": "Pen, Paper and Ink\n\"\\Y7H0\nwas it blackened my glistening glitter?\"\nW asked indignantly the Pen.\n\"Who* has transformed me from rags to my present\nbeauty?\" wondered the Paper.\n\"I did,\" said the Ink.\nThe Poet, who had listened to their conversation, smiled."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1122", "page_fin": "1122", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "A characteristic anecdote is related of an out-at-elbows", "titre_sommaire": "A characteristic anecdote is related of an out-at-elbows", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3664, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4062, "texte": "A characteristic anecdote is related of an out-at-elbows\npoet, who, by some freak of fortune, came into possession\nof a five dollar bill. He called to a lad, and said—\"Johnny,\nmy boy, take William and get it changed.\" \"What do you\nmean by calling it William?\" inquired the wondering lad.\n\"Why, John,\" replied the poet, \"I am not sufficiently familiar\nwith it to take the liberty of calling it Bill\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1123", "page_fin": "1123", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "titre_sommaire": "Books and Magazines of the Week", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "1123", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3619, "texte": "Books and Magazines of the Week\nRogue Redivivus\n\"Rogue,\" that delightful magazine with a checkerboard\ncover, with Dame Rogiie's charming talk a la Madame\nPompadour and with its little illustrations of nudes, has\ncome to life again. Like \"Phoenix\" the imperrisable bird, it\nemerged from the ashes of its short-lived semi-monthly\nexistence to become a monthly magazine four times its old\nsize. Its checkerboard cover had been adopted since by\n\"The Lamb\" and a new cover, a human face rising out of a\nblack and white checkered toga, has been adopted. It is a\ntoga pretexta, the red being distributed tastefully here and\nthere.\nAllan Norton, its editor, (the possessor of the only pair of\nsoulful eyes in the Village) assembled all the stars that\nshine on the Village firmament in the columns of his paper.\nThey will also glitter their best on September 29th at the\nRogue's Ball, to celebrate the debut of the new-grown\n\"Rogue.\" \"September Morn\" it is called, and Florence Gough\narranged a Fashion Show that will demonstrate ad oculos of\nthe rogues at large, what she would like to see them wear on\nSeptember morn.\"\nRogue is a little merrymaker, its pages are filled with so\nmuch freshness and so much gladsome spirit that we do\nhope its journey will be not only a pleasant but also a\nlong one.\nThe \"Little Review\"\nMargaret C. Anderson has made good her threat to leave\nempty pages in case she didn't find stories, articles or poems\nworthy to fill her magazine. Thirteen pages of the September\nissue are blank: beautifully creamed manilla paper suiting to\nthe eye and pleasing to the tips of the fingers that glide over\nit. Bob Minor, who is with both feet and his hat in the ring\nof the labor fight in San Francisco, contributed an interesting\nand poignant article: \"What can a poor executioner do\nagainst a man who is willing to die?\"\nFrank Harris' Oscar Wilde book is mentioned in three\nlines and then there is some other stuff in the remaining six-\nteen pages that is not so important but what it could just as\nwell have been left out.\nThe redeeming feature of the \"Little Review\" for September\nare three lines mentioning Frank Harris' work. It shows\nit's editor knows Oscar Wilde and Frank Harris.\nThe \"Poetry Review\"\nThe fifth issue of this new periodical devoted to poetry\nand forthcoming from Boston, contains an excellent \"Note\non Steven Mallarme\" by Richard Aldington and specimens\nof French war-poetry by Kate Buss. The amiable Amy\nLowell again has her conspicuous page, but this time she\ncongested her rather lengthy (in space) poetry into \"poly-\nphonic prose.\" She calls it\"The Cross Roads.\" Here are\na few of her polyphonic creationes.\n\"The sun in the sky is a fat, red plate. She screams and\ncowers, For the green foliage Is a roaring wave surging to\nsmother her.\"\n\"Yellow stillness is on the crossroads, Yellow stillness is\non the trees.\"\nThe \"Ink Pot\"\nThe business interests of Greenwich Village found a hand-\nsome organ in\"The Ink Pot:\" Mr. Peter Newton's new\nmonthly magazine. The first number, which arrived on our\ndesk, contains timely columns of barter and exchange trans-\nacted in the shops on Village soil. The frank admission of\nMr. Newton that his paper will serve as an advertising\nmedium for the home industry of the Village makes it\nvaluable to our shopkeepers as well as to the reading public.\nIt will do a lot of good as a guide for the many sightseers\ndrawing the border-line between art and business, between\nhistory and the creations of merchants. We hope it will do\naway with spectacular bohemianism, represent business a$\nsuch and leave creators unmolested by sightseers."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1124", "page_fin": "1124", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "(Dramatic Criticism)", "titre_sommaire": "(Dramatic Criticism)", "signature_source": "Momus", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "1124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3902, "texte": "Splitting the Ears of the Groundlings\n(Dramatic Criticism)\nMomus\nIF there is a country in the world that seems to be pre-\ndestined to give birth to the drama of the big kind\nsurely it is America. The inner meaning of drama is\nconflict, is fight, its characters are taken from the most\nintense life of our surroundings, from human nature,\nas Shakespeare says, to serve it as a mirror., But where\ncould one find so much intense and picturesque life in\nthe whole world as it can be found in America; upon\nwhose vast and large spaces all forms of strenuous life\nare represented and all conditions of such life. Where\nelse is there a capital city that could be compared to New\nYork: the concentrating lense through which everything\nis reflected existing in this multiform country, all cosmo-\npolitan tangles and also everything really American.\nConflicts are there and combats everywhere. Contrasts\nthat clash one against the other and grave wrestlings of\nindividuals with themselves. American life bubbles like\nnew wine, all one needs do is put it upon the stage—and\nthere it is, the Comedie Humaine: tragedy, tragic\ncomedy, comedy and farce.\nBut what do we see upon our stagfes? A few of last\nweek's new plays are typically representative. There\nwas for instance, \"Caroline\" by William Somerset\nMauphan in the Empire Theatre. An import from Eng-\nland. A real London \"polite comedy.\" Its success in\nLondon was based on its dialogues and what pleased the\npublic here was, again its dialogues. Nothing but dialo-\ngue. Mr. Mauphan is displaying pyrotechnics of wit that\nbear unmistakeable resemblance to the real brillance\nOscar Wilde used to present to his listeners. It was the\ngenius of a Wilde that elevated his artistically glittering\nword plays to art. Mauphan's endeavors remain arti-\nficial. It is left to the actor to supply art to his work—\nand Margaret Anglin is a fine comedienne.\nThe Booth Theater offers a pantomine: \"Pierrot the\nProdigal,\" that is quite a ways from being the long ex-\npected American drama. It is imported from Paris and\nis not even new.\nAmerican authors who had their say this year like\nRichard Walton Tully, the author-, productr, have their\nplays laid in American surroundings, but like \"The\nFlame\" in Mexico. In a Mexico, that including the\nAmerican appearing therein, does not at all exist: just a\nmiscarriage of Tully's imagination, hopelessly romantic\nand hopelessly impossible. Not to mention his last acts\nwith their unartistic political polemics——a ruin of all\nthat went before.\nFrederick and Fanny Hatton in \"Upstairs and Down\"\n(Cort Theater) attempt to use the home of a Long Island\nmillionaire for a nice little comedy. The antithesis of\nthe palatial living quarters of the master and the kitchen\nis designed to create the contrast. It is an excellent\ndramatic idea. Herman Sudermann used a similar idea\nin his famous \"Hbnour,\" contrasting the front and the\nback of the house, but what do the Hatton's get out of\nit? A little bit of mischief caused by a very improbable\nyoung girl and a few comic episides, but like Mr.\nMauphan they are masters of a comic dialogue—and\nthe audience laughs. Good actors like Courtoney Foote,\nFred Tidon and Juliette Day know how to serve theyr\npublic the dramatic dish. It is only good to look upon,\nthe audience goes home hungry.\n\"Polyanna\" is a new play at the Hudson. Rather it\nis not a play at all, it is a novel. But no one will deny\n\"Pollyanna\" has her charms. Even for one who hasn't\nread the \"best seller,\" whence it derives its origin. A\ndarling child is the heroine and another dear child is one i\nof the other actors. Patricia Collinge plays Polyanna\nlike a real child; Jimmy is only twelve years old off the\nstage. But children on the stage are a captatio beneh\nvolentiae that never fails.\nAmerican life rolls on like a gigantic dramatic whirl-\npool; its image on the stage is a peaceful murmuring\nbrook."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1124", "page_fin": "1126", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "The I— A Study in Murder", "titre_sommaire": "The I— A Study in Murder", "signature_source": "Vincent O'Sullivan", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "1124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 3904, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5815, "texte": "The Book of Bargains\nI— A Study in Murder\nBy Vincent O'Sullivan\nAS I got out of a cab at Piccadilly Circus, I was hailed by\nGladwin. /\n\"Just the man I was looking for!\" he cried. \"Let us go\nsomewhere and have a drink.\"\nAt that moment a glass of brandy happened to be the thing\nI wanted; so I followed Gladwin to the Criterion readily\nenough. Besides, he was excited: and people are always\nInteresting when they are excited.\n\"A man feels strange,\" said Gladwin, sitting down by a\ntable, \"when he looks around this place and thinks that\neverybody in it will outlive him.\"\n\"Do you feel like that, by any chance?\" I asked, lighting\na cigarette.\n\"Yes, I do. Let me tell you this, my friend,\" he went on,\nIn his earnest, impulsive way, which was wont to become a\nlittle wearisome: \"You know that I'm not much better than\na pauper. Well! I'm sick of slaving away for a wretched,\npaltry salary, and I'm going to end it all. I've thought about\nit for a long time, and something that happened to-day has\nquite settled it.—By the way, do you think I'm mad?\"\n\"Oh Lord, no!\" says I.\n\"Because I'm not. Now, you know as well as I do, that\nall this time, since luck has taken to using me as a football,\nI've been kept together by the thought of Margaret. I thought,\nthat somehow or other, if I only pegged on, I might—\nWell! I have seen her to-day. She was kind enough to state\nthat she could never marry me, and that her father didn't\nwant her to see me again. She was also so good as to\nmention that it would be insane, considering my position, for\nher to marry against her father's wishes. Then she spoke\nof you.—Hullo! you've upset your glass! Waiter, another\nsoda and brandy here!—As I was saying, she spoke of you.\nShe said that her father was most anxious to.have her\nmarried to you, and was doing his utmost to bring about the\nmatch. I suppose you never did have any feeling in that way\nfor Margaret?\"\n\"My dear fellow!\""}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "1125", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 6308, "texte": "\"I thought not; and I told her so. Besides, I said that you\nwere too good a friend of mine to try to step into my shoes.\nBut she only shook her head, and went out of the room\nweeping. And so to-night I'm going to end it all! In your\ncompany I'm going to do everythink that makes a man's life\nbright and merry; and then I'm going to blow the soul out\nof my body somewhere by the river.—You'll come with me?\"\n\"Yes—of course!\" I said, with a slight hesitation. \"But\nwhat are these things that make a man's life bright and\nmerry? Only the usual stupidities—dining, a theatre or music-\nhall, and all that!\"\n\"But it is these very banalities that I want!\" exclaimed\nGladwin. \"I have done them so often when I was fairly\nhappy, that I am anxious to learn what they seem like on the\nnight when I'm going to die. Meet me for dinner at the\nBerkeley at half-past seven.\"\nAs I drove home to dress, I took this letter from my\npocket and read it again:—\n\"1 write to you because I know that you are such a true\nfriend to us bothy and have so much influence with my father.\nI need not protest that I love Mr. Gladwin with all my heart;\nbut how can I tell him so, when my father will not even speak\nto him! Please, please try to do us good, to make our lives\ncontent. Perhaps you will think it a fine and great thing, to\nserve two creatures who can never repay you.—Margaret/\"\n\"How odd it is,\" said Gladwin, as we strolled towards the\nEmpire, \"that all this stir and bustle which I am in the midst\nof to-night, will be going on just the same to-morrow night,\nas though I had never existed.\"\n\"Yes,\" I replied; \"how proud you must feel as you move\namongst this commonplace throng! Dr. Johnson said, that\nwhen a man has resolved to kill himself, he may go and take\nthe king of Prussia by the nose, at the head of his army. It\nis a fair question whether a man has not a right to take leave\nof life when it ceases to charm—to be beautiful.\"\n\"If you are so much in love with suicide,\" says Gladwin,\nrather irritably for him, \"why on earth don't you do it your-\nself?\"\n\"Oh! I have a great many reasons. The chief of them is,\nthat so many people depend on my life. Take my valet, for\ninstance. That young man supports his mother and three\nsisters. Now if I were to die, I should be a cause of mis-\nfortune to all of them. No; I cannot commit suicide, because\nof fny valet.\"\n\"Of course you are right,\" said Gladwin, as we turned\ninto the theatre; \"and I am a fool!\"\n\"Are you under sentence of death ?\" a woman asked Glad-\nwin in the promenade, as it is called, of the Empire.\nShe laughed, and disappeared in the crowd. I turned to\ninspect Gladwin: and indeed he had a low look. His face\nwas pale and wet: there was nervousness, fatigue, even fear,\nin his demeanour. Seeing these things, I led the way to\nthe bar.\n\"My friend, when I look around this place, with all its\nlight and joy, it almost tempts me to give up the game,\" said\nGladwin, with a glass of brandy in his shaking hand.\n\"How few people there are in the world who have the\ncourage to give life the slip!\" I murmured, as if in a study.\n\"Men talk glibly about death being preferable to the smallest\nevils of our lot: but it is when people come face to face with\ndeath that they wave the white feather in a vehement and\ndegrading fashion. There are but two sets of heroes in the\nworld—the Anarchists and the Suicides!\"\n\"You don't mean to say I'm a coward?\" Gladwin rapped\nout with a flush.\n\"Really, I was hardly thinking of you. I have concluded\nthat you intend to go back to your drudgery; to see\nMargaret——\"\n\"You thing wrong,\" interrupted Gladwin. \"Let us get out\nof this damned hole—it stifles me!\"\n\"When Margaret wept to-day,\" remarked Gladwin, as we\nsat to supper in the Hotel Continental, \"do you know I—\nthat is, it just occurred to me, that she might love me after\nall!\"\n\"One is usually deceived in these cases,\" I said, drawing\non the table-cloth with a fork. \"You wish her to love you,\nand naturally twist every unmeaning thing to your ad-\nvantage.\"\n\"You know best,\" answered Gladwin, filling his glass. \"If\nshe loved me, you would be first to notice it. Margaret has\na beautiful mind,\" he added after a bit, \"I hope she may\nnever be unhappy.\" And with that he put his hands to his\nface—to hide his tears, I think; because he laughed so loud\nthe next moment. Notwithstanding this merriment, I thought\nit wise to purchase a small flask of brandy as we left the\nhotel.\n\"If I think of the time when I was a lad, it just takes the\nheart out of me!\" declared Gladwin, as we walked, through\nquiet streets, arm-in-arm to the river. \"My people were\nalways so good to me; and the dear old place—\"\nHe chocked. \"Try a little of this stuff,\" I said, offering\nmy flask.\nHe took a long drink; and then we went on for a while in\nsilence.\n\"I know I wasn't born to end like this!\" he broke out sud-\ndenly. \"I'm not clever, and I'm not much good any way;\nbut I've never lied, I've never cheated, and I don't think I've\never spoken a bad word of any one. By God, I haven't!\nAnd now nobody cares for me, and I'm being paid out like a\nhanged dog!\"\nWe had come to the Embankment by this time, so I turned\non him with great indignation.\n\"And do you think I would stand idly by and watch this\nperformance,\" I exclaimed, \"save that I am sure you can\nnever continue your mean life! lam sure, too, that you could\nnever bear the thought of Margaret in another man's arms;\nbut from what I've heard '\n\"Please don't add the last straw,\" he screamed out in a\nsort of agony; \"let me die without knowing that!— You are\nthe best friend I have ever had,\" he said, taking my hand,\n\"the best friend that any fellow ever had.\"\nI pressed his hand, with real feeling. Then I looked\naround, and noting that we were free from observation, I\nsaid:—\n\"I think I will stop here, while you go on to the bridge.\nNever fear, old chap, I shall see the last of you,—'tis all I\ncan do!\"\n\"Good-bye,\" said Gladwin; \"God bless you, my friend!\"\nHe went forward a little; then, much to my annoyance (for\nI dreaded lest some should find us in company), he came\nback again, showing a ghastly, twitching face.\n\"If I thought that Margaret loved me \" he mumbled\nin his throat.\n\"She shall hear of your death,\" I murmured, \"and she\nwill be sorry for you!\"\nHe nodded his head twice, as if satisfied, and went to the"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "1126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 62, "fin_caractere_exclue": 701, "texte": "bridge. There he climbed upon the parapet, exploded a pistol\nat his face, and fell forward into the water.\n\"Did you see that suicide?\" says I to the policeman who\ncame running up.\n\"Yes, sir,\" answered the man, fumbling for his whistle.\n\"I had nothing to do with it, had I?\"\nHe stopped short and looked at me narrowly. I fell to\nexamining my cigarette to see if it was burning well. He\nwas a young man, new to the police service, I should think.\nDoubtless I impressed him—in my favour, I mean: I do so\nimpress people sometimes.\n\"You, sir!\" he exclaimed, and shook his head. \"Oh dear\nno, sir!\"\n\"That's all right,\" I said.\nAnd then I laughed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1126", "page_fin": "1126", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "The Romance of One Night", "titre_sommaire": "The Romance of One Night", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "1126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 703, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2989, "texte": "Two People\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"First of all,\" she started again, \"you must go out and\nbuy me some clothes. I am a perfect thirty-eight, and it\nwon't be hard to get just what I want. Buy me a tailorr\nmade suit, the plainest you can get. Buy me a few\nshirtwaists, and here is a list of all the other things I\nneed. I made that list out several days ago. Now don't\nbe afraid. Go in a big department store. Go at first to\nthe transfer department and have them give you a\ntransfer slip. Then go to the trunk department and buy\na big, heavy trunk. Tell the manager you wish all\npurchases you are going to make placed in this trunk\nand sent to your address. Do this, please, in your name.\nTeiil them it is for the maid of your aunt, or something\nof that kind, and they will give you the right kind of\nstuff.\"\nI realized for the first time that she really did know\nwhat she was about to do. It struck me as wonderful.\nThat girl brought up in luxury, had actually the grit to\nstart a new life, really a new life. She wanted to im-\nprove the world and started out by improving herself.\nIt was Hercules' work, planned for weeks ahead, perhaps,\ndown to the most minute detail.\nShe handed me two hundred dollars and a long list of\nthings I should purchase. Her hands seemed so strong\nand so sure I could not explain how it happened, what\ninduced me to say it, but I believed it was the best bit of\ninspiration I had ever had in my life.\n\"Look here,\" I said,\" I see you really mean what you\nsay. I feel you are going to do what you intend to do.\nI don't know what vocation you like to follow, but I know\none thing! there is a lot of trouble and disappointment,\nhumiliation and hard work in store for you. I know you\nare prepared for the worst. Why not do it immediately?\nI think I know a way where you could carry out your\nplans. Instead of giving to the world one useful member\nof society you could bestow upon it the gift of two.\n\"Marry me! You will have all the troubles you have\never looked for in your life. You will face economic\nproblems you never dreamed of and still there will be\nplenty of time left to be happy and to enjoy life—real\nlife, far away from society and from teas and that sort\nof thing. Will you marry me?\" and I could not restrain\nfrom grasipng her hand."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1126", "page_fin": "1126", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "Gossips of Spoon River", "titre_sommaire": "Gossips of Spoon River", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "1126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 2991, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3013, "texte": "Gossips of Spoon River"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1126", "page_fin": "1126", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "In Our Village", "titre_sommaire": "In Our Village", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "1126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 3015, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4777, "texte": "In Our Village\nHarrison Hale Schaff, the soul of John W. Luce & Com-\npany (Boston), was in New York last week and stopped, as\nhis father and grandfather used to, in the Brevoort Hotel.\nHe has great plans for the next season and a few of the\nbooks he contemplates publishing will be a valuable addition\nto the books published in America, worthwhile reading. Mr.\nSchaff is an idealist and does not take off his idealism with\nhis coat if he buckles down in shirtsleeves to real work\nin his publishing office. He is one of those nowaday rare\npublishers of books who care more for a work of art than\nfor the artist; who care more for the value of the contents\nof their books than for the advertising value of their authors.\nAlice Palmer, who runs the renowned Greenwich Village\nStore, was the first victim of the new . compulsory law which\ndeclared the Benedict Apartment House strictly men-\nbachelor's quarters. She and her multi-coloured library\noccupy rooms back of her store.\nMrs. Thompson, formerly of Thompson Street, right around\nthe corner from Bruno's Garrett, opened a new shop in the\nbasement of 64 Washington Square. The elaborate prepara-\ntions with saw and brush which were going on for the last\nfew weeks promise an exceptional display of things unusual (1\nin her new location.\nThompson H. Rich, known to the readers of Bruno's\nWeekly as poet of verse libre of the very new kind, accepted\nlast week a position as associate editor of The Forum.\nEzra Pound's parents were sightseers in Greenwich Vil-\nlage last week under the able guidance of Alfred Kreymborg\n(Mushroom). They viewed all the purple and orange shops\nin the vicinity, they dined in our queer eating-places and we\nhope that their report to Ezra across the pond, will not be\ntoo unfavorable."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1127", "page_fin": "1127", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.22", "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": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 457, "texte": "Why and How I Got Married\nMany hundred stories, brief and lengthy accounts, arrire 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-1916-09-30-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1127", "page_fin": "1127", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "The First Real Man", "titre_sommaire": "The First Real Man", "signature_source": "M. M., (Dallas, Texas", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 459, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1790, "texte": "The First Real Man\nMrs. M. M., (Dallas, Texas)\nI HAD had a dozen kid sweethearts of the type that swear\nself-destruction if their affection is not reciprocated, then\nI the next week are worshipping at another's shrine.\nMany times I had said to myself, so wearied was I of\nI this puppy adoration, \"the first real man who comes into my\nllife and offers me love, my surrender shall be complete.\"\n:f And so it came to pass. I meet him, a settled, dignified man\nof the world. His interest in me was flattering and my\nrespect for him (no love as yet) was unlimited. When he\nssked me to marry him I was completely carried off my feet,\nmy sensations were indescribable, a dream coming true.\nHowever, I refused at first, but his persistance proved his\nsincerity and we were married.\nSeven years it has been and mere words cannot convey to\nyou the depth of our happiness. I find the eighteen years dif-\nference in our ages \"just right.\"\nThe wonderful attributes of his character I have absorbed\nuntil I know I am a better woman than any other companion-\nship could have made me and my youth has kept my husband\nfrom growing older and our marriage from becoming com-\nmonplace.\nFrom experience I know the first essential to real happiness\nin marriage is respect, love follows, then (like the proverbial\nfairy tale) you live happily ever after."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1127", "page_fin": "1127", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "He Found his Mate", "titre_sommaire": "He Found his Mate", "signature_source": "E. B. W. (Okla", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 1792, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3190, "texte": "He Found his Mate\nE. B. W. (Okla.)\nFOR the simple reason that I found the sweet little girl of\nmy choice—one that promised to be my faithful com-\npanion (and has) until death parted us.\nIt was in the~year of 1905, myself and others were work-\ning at the Pruning trade of which we covered a large scope\nof country, and of course we boarded wherever there was an\norchard contracted to prune. At the little town of\nOklahoma, I met the girl that later became my wife. Little\ndid I know then that she would become the one that would\njourney down the road with me to the world beyond. We\nboarded at her home something like ten days and at night\nwhen supper was over we would have a friendly talk or she\nwould play some on the piano, and so this continued until\nwe left another place. It was something like a year after\nour stay at her home that my folks moved to this town, at\nwhich time we renewed our friendship—friendship grew into\ncourtship and after a happy courtship of about a year we\nwere married to each other.\nI can not say that our married life has been the happiest\none. on earth but we have retained our love for each other\nand are today blessed with three bright eyed girlies. The\nlife of all lives is the one that has a home to go and a sweet\ngirlie wife to welcome his coming—where you can hear the\nlaughter of your kiddies and sit away back in your rocker\nand forget the toil of the day."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1127", "page_fin": "1127", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "Love a la Poet", "titre_sommaire": "Love a la Poet", "signature_source": "D. G., (N. Y", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 3192, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5424, "texte": "Love a la Poet\nD. G., (N. Y.)\nGEORGE Moore it was who wrote, \"Marriage—what an\nabomination! Love—yes, but not marriage. Love can-\nnot exist in marriage, because love is an ideal, that is to say,\nsomething not quite understood—transparencies, color, light,\na sense of the unreal.,, And she who is now my wife and I\nboth agreed: \"Love—yes, but not marriage.\" Pure Platonic\nlove it was at first—the glorious joy of companionship—\ntwo young hearts thrilling together in the mutual appreciation\nof all things glad and beautiful. What had we to do with the\nworld? We were content. Our love was ours to do with as\nwe wished.\nBut love grows as a speed, when planted in rich and fertile\nsoil. From the love of companionship grew the love of\nprotection, that which is akin to paternal love—the desire of\nthe one to do those little things which make life easier and\nsweeter for the other. Happiness increased with the in-\ncreasing knowledge of each other. Next desire came, un-\nbidden, and we knew that sexual love was born, that love\nwhich is the crowning glory in the spiritual relations of all\nhumanity. Was it fear which awakened in us the thought\nof the marriage ceremony—the wish to protect each other\nfrom the sharp stings of malicious ever-wagging human\ntongues? The easiest way was the conventional way—no\nquestions would be asked, and the respective families,\nhitherto not considered, would be conciliated. \"Blessings\nupon thee, my children,\" fervently uttered by a generation\nwith standards different from our own, might mean a certain\nsatisfaction when we, too, grew old. Marriage is beautiful,\nis as in the quatrain by Richard Le Gallienne:\n\"Like to the intertwisted melody\nOf harp and lute shall our true wedding be\nAnd such a marriage of fair music make\nThat none shall separate the Thee from Me.\"\nIf there is music, what matters it if it be played on a\nchurch organ or on a figurative, and more poetic, harp and\nlute? Yes, we had our reasons when armed with a license\nand a gold band ring we entered the Church. And who can\nsay there is not a thrill in hearing pronounced: \"Those whom\nGod hath joined together let no man put asunder.\" Today\nwe proudly say that that queer little imp call Regret has\nnever crossed our threshold."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1127", "page_fin": "1127", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.26", "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": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 5426, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5499, "texte": "VOLUME II\nBRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBound in white linen cloth\nTWO DOLLARS, postpaid"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1123", "page_fin": "1123", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.27", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "1123", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 3621, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3827, "texte": "DEATH\n?\n■\nFor the best single title\n(in twenty words or less)\nthat fits both these pictures\nDEATH will pay $000\nManuscripts should be addressed to\nThe Contest Editor of Death,\n00 West 01st Street,\nNew York."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1128", "page_fin": "1128", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.28", "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": 14, "page_imprimee": "1128", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 378, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1027, "texte": "TO YOU, GENTLE READER\nKindly give jour standing order for Bruno's\nWeekly to your newsdealer, if you do not\nwish to send us directly a subscription. The\npresent paper prices are such that it prorqp\ndisastrous for a magazine to print more\ncopies than are needed for its regular sub-\nscription circulation and for a supply of\nunreturnable orders of news companies and\nmagazine agencies.\nAlso we cannot supply you with back num-\nbers which you have missed on the news-\nstands.\nTherefore, if you like the contents of\nBruno's Weekly, release your clutches from\na two-dollar bill and send in your check\nto-day or giYe a standing order to your news-\ndealer."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1128", "page_fin": "1128", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.29", "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": 14, "page_imprimee": "1128", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 1029, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1612, "texte": "The Mad Hatter Has a Tea Party Every AftermoM\nfrom 3 to 6 at\n150 WEST FOURTH STREET\nJust Down the Rabbit Hole From Washington Squar*\n\"Take Some More Tea\"\n\"I've Had Nothing Yet So I Can't Take More\"\n\"You Mean You Can't Take Less, It's Very Easy to\nTake More Than Nothing.\"\n\"Nobody Asked Your Opinion\" Edith Ungev.\nROSSI BROTHERS\n58 Washington Square\nUnderneath the Garret\nICE CREAM AND TOBACCO\nFLORENCE GOUGH\nShows Smart Millinery for Grown Ups—Mother\nGoose's Millinery for Children and other unique\nthings to wear.\nTHE PAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., Near 6th Are.\nN. 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Early Printed Books. Association Books. Books for Christmas Gifts.\nPurchased singly or in sets for people who have neither time nor opportunity to select for themselves,\nor for those who have not access to the best book marts. Why not begin collecting now?\nAddress, E. V. 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They are a splendid\ncollection of the early work and of the best work\nof America's foremost artists. They show the\nevolution of the American comic paper from its\ninfancy to its present standard as well as the in-\ndividual evolution of the artists. They are an\nunique kaleidoscope of the manifold interests of\npublic opinion during the last two score years.\nThere is the period where New York with its cease-\nless building underground, overground and on the\nsurface was the target of constant banter. There\nare the political cartoons, a conclusive demonstra-\ntion why Cleveland or Roosevelt or Taft had to be\nelected and why Bryan and Roosevelt were\ndefeated.\nRARELY will there be an opportunity again to\npurchase these originals, welcome in the den,\nin the library of a private home, and appropriate\non the walls of public libraries, of museums and of\npublic schools, at such low prices as I arti offering\nthem now. Many are priced as low as twenty-five\ncents. Only a few are marked higher than ten\ndollars.\nYou are invited to call at my store and view the\ncollection leisurely or inquire about the work of\nillustrators you like. I will gladly quote you\npictures and prices.\nHARRY STONE,\nBOOKS and DRAWINGS\n137 FOURTH AVENUE, NEW YORK\nFor Three Dollars I will send you post-paid Ten Original Drawings of American Illustrators."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-09-30-01-c037", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01#c037", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-09-30_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1130]", "page_fin": "[1130]", "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=bmtnaaq19160930-01.2.33", "titre_corps": "[Publicité]", "titre_sommaire": "[Publicité]", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "[1130]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4497, "texte": "Bruno Chap Books\nNo.\n1. The Harlot's House, by Oscar Wilde\nThe first American reprint of one of the\nmost wonderful poems of the author 25\n2. Setting Hens, Frogs' Legs, by D. Molby\nD. Molby, passes the white elephant un-\nremarked, but writes an essay on the mos-\nquito's neck and the rhythm of his little wings\nbefore he stings and annoys .25\n3. Mushrooms, by Alfred Kreymborg\nMr. Kreymborg's Mushrooms are recognized\npoetry. The Mushroom stands for a simple\nexpression of thought in simple musical\nrhythm. Mr. Kreymborg is one man who\nspeaks to his fellow-men—just to the one who\nmight find in four or six simple lines of\nrhythm the revelation of the rhythm and the\nharmony of his own simple life .50\n4. Tahiti, by Robert Carlton Brown .25\n5. Four Letters, by Oscar Wilde .25\n6. Anarchists, by Guido Bruno .25\n7. To My Mother, by Alfred Kreymborg .25\n3. Vignettes, by Hubert Crackanthorpe\nMr. Crackanthorpe had three ehief gifts:\nskill in dramatic narration—a sense of sit-\nuation, a lively feeling for the value of inter-\npretation of gesture, posture, circumstance;\nsecondly, analytic skill in the conception and\npresentation of character; thirdly, descriptive\nand pictorial power, readiness of vision, with\na faculty ©112 sifting and selecting its reports.\nLionel Johnson, in Acad., March 20, 1897 50\n9. Tanka and Haika, by Sadakichi Hartmann\nThe son of a German father and a Japa-\nnese mother, of a burgomaster's son from\nMecklenburg, the only European state with-\nout a Constitutionj and the daughter of a\nronin, a robing soldier of Old Japan. Sada-\nkichi is much more Japanese than German.\nHis style is extravagant but suave. Some of\nhis short stories are as excessive arnd intense\nas Poe's on strictly realistic lines, fte utmost\nbounds of expression are reached, even his\noriginality is aggressive 25\n10. Richard Wagner, the Egoist, by Guido Bruno .25\n11. Edna the Girl of the Street, by Alfred\nKreymborg . 25\nCause: our social conditions.\nMotive: just to live.\nProblem: eternal.\nSolution: none 25\n12. Songs of the Cosmos, by Charles Keeler\nLike the weaver of wonderful brocades, he\nselected thread after thread and up loomed\nthose wonderful pictures before my eyes,\ncreations of simple words, dipped in red blood,\ntinted by the golden sun, formed and shaped\nby hands who know the labors and pains of\nmillions scented with good-will towards every-\nbody and emitted with pure love 25\nNo.\n13. Teaspoons and Violet Leaves, by Guido Bruno $I*.oo\n14. The Tragedy in the Birdhouse, by Guido Bruno .50\n15. Exotics, by John W. Draper\nIt lay a luscious yellow band\nCreaming upon umbrageous green\nThe spray was satin to the hand;\nAnd to the eye a topaz bright,\nAnd dazzling as the noonday sand.\nFrom\"The Yellow Orchid\"\n.25\n16. Imagists, by Richard Aldington\nOne of the original group of the English\nImagists tells about Imagism and its aims.\nThis paper deals a severe blow to all imita-\ntors and producers of vers libre who think\nthemselves poets of the \"new group\" because\nthey don't write in rhyme......\n17. Lord Alfred Douglas—Salome: A Critique,\nthe Beauty of Unpunctuality: an Essay and\nThree Poems\nThere was a time when Lord Alfred Douglas\nwould have laughed at the idea that he would\nwrite a book explaining away his friendship\nwith Oscar Wilde. As editor of \"The Spirit\nLamp,\" a magazine published by James\nThornton, High Street, Oxford, and edited by\nLord Alfred Douglas, he seemed to be a\ndiligent imitator of his friend Oscar. He\nimitated his style in prose and in poetry.\nWhenever he received a contribution from\nOscar Wilde it was the main and leading\nfeature of the issue\n.25\n18. Sadakichi Hartmann-\na Dream?\n-Permanent Peace: Is it\n19. Charles Kains-Jackson—John Addington Sy-\nmonds A Portrait\nThe life-long friend of the English poet\ngives a vivid picture of the personality and\nlife and life-work of Symonds. This essay\nwritten a few days after the death of Sy-\nmonds, on the 19th of April, 1893, and was\nfirst published in the Quarto, a since forgotten\nliterary periodical of England, in 1897\n20. Djuna Barnes—The Book of Repulsive Wo-\nmen—Rhythms and 5 Drawings\n21. Edna W. Underwood—The Book of the White\nPeacocks\n22. H. Thompson Rich — Lumps of Clay—l 6\nRhythms\n23. D. Molby — Hippopotamus Tails —28 Every-\nday Musings\n24. H.Thompson Rich—The Red Shame—17 War\nPoems\n25. Theodor Schroeder, Erothogenesis of Reli-\ngion, a bibliography\n26. Sadakichi Hartmann, My Rubayat\nAccompany each order with Cheque, small amounts, one-cent stamps\nBRUNO'S WEEKLY\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE, N. Y. C."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEDITED BY GUIDO BRUNO IN HIS GARRET ON\nWASHINGTON SQUARE\nFive Cents September 30th 1916\n\nThe contents include: ,\nWoolworth Varieties of Our New York Boheme\nThe Censorship of Literature\nEditors of Individual Magazines, A Story of Joy\nand Sorrow\nThe Book of Bargains, A Study in Murder\nSplitting the Ears of the Groundlings"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1116]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.2", "texte": "Copyright by Guido Bruno, September 23d, 1916. Original\nmatter, including all drawings, may not be reproduced with-\nout permission of Guido Bruno; but that permission may\nbe assumed if credit is given to author and Bruno's Weekly.\nOne Hundred Dollars for the\nStory of Your Marriage\nBruno's Weekly will pay one hundred dollars for the best story setting\nforth why and how you were married.\nWe don't want literary masterpieces or extraordinary stories of adven-\nture. But there is a lot of romance and fragrance about those days\nwhen you twe met. You know you like to recall those times eYen if\neverything has changed since.\nWrite down your story just as simply as it happened. We shall not\nuse your name if you do not wish us to do so.\nThere is mo better fiction than the one Fate writes upon the pages of\nour lives. We know your story will be enjoyed by lots of others. Write\nit down to-day and address it to the \"Contest Editor,\" Bruno's Weekly,\n58 Washington Square, New York City.\nEvery week those stories which are printed will be paid for at space rates.\nThe contest will close November Ist, 1916, and the stories should be lim-\nited to three hundred words.\nSEND YOUR STORY TO-DAY\nA LECTURE By FRANK HARRIS\nTWO FIGURES OF OUR DAY:\nTHE MILLIONAIRE AND THE ARTIST\nAEOLEAN CONCERT HALL\n34 West 43rd Street\nTUESDAY, OCTOBER 3rd, 8:15 O'CLOCK\n50c, 75c, $1.00 and $1.50"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[1117]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square\nNo. 16\nSEPTEMBER 30th MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916, by Guido Bruno\n\nIn The Evening\nJames Whitcomb Riley\n1.\nwN the evening of our days,\n* When the first far stars above\nGlimmer dimmer, through the haze,\nThan the dewy eyes of love,\nShall we mournfully revert\nTo the vanished morns and Mays\nOf our youth, with hearts that hurt,—\nIn the evening of our days?\n2.\nShall the hand that holds your own,\nTill the twain are thrilled as now,\nBe withheld, or colder grown?\n, Shall the kiss upon your brow\nFalter from its high estate?\nAnd, in all forgetful ways,\nShall we sit apart and wait,—\nIn the evening of our days?\n3.\nNay, my wife—my life!—the gloom\nShall enfold us velvetwise,\nAnd my smile shall be the groom\nOf the gladness of your eyes:\nGently, gently as the dew\nMingles with the darkening maze,\nI shall fall asleep with you—\nIn the evening of our days.\n(The original of this poem is in the collection of\nMr. T. P. Madigan, New York)\n\nWoolworth Varieties of Our\nNew York Boheme\n\nOR I might have entitled this\"From The Normal To The\nAbnormal\" or \"Que Vult Decipi Decipiatur.\" It all\namounts to the same thing: Nobody's so deceived as the\nDeceiver!\nAnd I will say right now that you, Guido Bruno, had better\nnot publish this, as you, O Villager, had better pass up the\nreading.of it (in the event Ye Editor proves alike impervious\nto both my warning and my little mallet) unless\nunless it really be that Truth, martyrised upon Golgotha and\nfrom thence comdemned to a wandering and a precarious\nexistence, has—at least for the moment—taken refuge among\nthe dingy old buildings, the quaint thoroughfares and narrow\nalleys, the reminiscent purlieus and enchanting atmosphere\nof Greenwich Village: New York's Quartier Latin.\nPersonally I will admit of there being such a possibility.\nI am even quite sure of having glimpsed nuditas veritatis\nforma upon the several pilgrimages I have lately made in and\naround the banlieu of Washington Square. Once I was even\nquite sure I discerned Her holding Her mirror behind a very\ncharming young woman with whom I held a most interesting\nconversation \"Just Down The Rabbit Hole From Wash-\nington Square!\" Barely had I rather sensed than discerned\nHer presence, however, than my companion turned and, per-\nceiving Her more clearly perhaps than did I, took fright at\nwhat she saw the vision faded and Diogenes, dis-\nappointed and perhaps a bit disgusted, too, climbed to the\nstreet just in time to avoid yielding to his besetting tempta-\ntion: the unutterable joys of a bitting sarcasm. As one of\nmy favourite shrines is The Rabbit Hole, where I can sit and\nmeditate over a cup of fairly good coffee, la petite de ce soir\nla has never returned during my incumbency of the \"back\nroom.\"\nBut I refuse to be discouraged. Truth I have oft times\nfound to be attained through Fear!\nIn the main, I should say, the only difference between the\ndenizens of the back-streets of the slopes of Montmartre and\nhe, or she, of the Rue Macdougal is analogous to that be-\ntween the talent of an accomplished actor and the crude\nefforts of a perfervid amateur. The one lives in, by, and\nthrough his art; the other somehow manages to survive in\nspite of his varied and frenzied vagaries. Understand, please,\nI am merely referring to the general strata of such as I have\nmet in\"The Village.\" Ordinarily I possess the happy faculty\nof attracting the interest and contracting the acquaintance\nof the very best people in any locality. There is a possibility\nI fell in with the wrong crowd——in which case those who\nknow the ropes will be in a position to commiserate with me\nand to wish me better luck. On the other hand I have met\nsome very charming people there who unfortunately\nconstitute The Minority.\nThe Minority are the leaven, the salvation of The\nMajority!\nPar example, there is an association of persons claiming\nliberality of views who congregate to fraternize inter se upon\nvarious occasions. These are quite vociferous in their claims\nto originality, radicalism and untramelled freedom generally.\nI was a guest of theirs upon several occasions, wherefore I\nmingled freely with them—despite warnings from outsiders\nto steer clear. Frankly, I was disappointed; for they pushed\ntheir radicalism to such an extent they became conservative\nin it—that is, conservative radicals! Conservatism without\nany of the mossy, moldy beauty thereof. Since then, I under-\nstand, they've banished all their interesting and worthwhile\nassociates and welcomed with open arms about all the mis-\nanthropes, poseurs, \"nuts\" and doctrineless spellbinders,\nthe hoi-poloi of the carfour.\nDegeneracy, inherent in most radicalism, set in at an\nearlier stage than usual in this gathering. About their only\nsalvation, now, is to turn wildly conservative!\nThe general conception of type—including its popular use\nas a word—originated in the studios of La Boheme, whence\nit spread beyond the pale. There are types of various hues\nand vintages in and about Washington Square, as well.\nWitness the Orange Smock variety, the ten cent impressario\nin wide-brimed Stetson with flowing mane and swishing tail,\nthe concave-visaged spendthrift cum situm insatiabilis, the"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1118", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nbob-haired and receeding chined species, the lackadaisical,\naddle-pated girls to whom married life plus motherhood\nwould be the one cure and a revelation in the art of living,\nthe birth controlists—who as yet have given birth to naught\nsave new and more complicated forms of degeneracy, and\nwould to God they could control these: the hysterical, artless\nsirhps whose betters, even now, languish in durance vile in\nMatteawan, N. Y. These are, for lack of a better synonym,\nwhat I call the Woolworth variety of Bohemians: the five\nand ten cent genus!\nWe all know the types of these characters, many of whom\nwe recognize will some day become distinguished as\nartists, literati, etc.; others of whom we meet in later rambles\nthrough the haunts of insanity, degeneracy and crime.\nMany there are who have set sail upon the flowing tides\nof artistic creation that run swiftly through Greenwich Vil-\nlage towards the great open seas of the World. A few there\nare who arrive in port, some under a full spread of canvas.\nHow many more are there not who, becoming water-logged,\nsink in full sight of an excellent career as a salesman, a\nbushelman, or an automobile demonstrator. The galaxy of\nbusiness talent that has gone to glory upon the reefs and\nshoals of Greenwich Village is sufficient to warrant the\nNational Emblem's flying at half-mast for a full day. As in\neverything else, many are called but few are chosen! And\nthe number of really excellent sales-ladies, barbers, seam-\nstresses, philosophers and head-waiters, now masquerading\nas authoresses, philosophers, sociologists, sculptors and\nartists, is really amazing and cannot help but prove a\ndistinct loss to the busy marts of trade.\nVulcan leering through the mask of Phidias, Medusa seek-\ning to stuff her serpent tresses within the diadem of Pallas\nAthene—such are common in\"The Village.\"\nBohemianism, to such, means but a cover for light house-\nkeeping, for desultory ways, for lack of breeding and the\nsavoir faire of polite society. I might even compare them to\nservants aping the airs of their betters below stairs.\nO there are many things I want to say—but which, if I do,\nwould arouse the assembled Lares and Penates of Wash-\nington Square. Besides, there wouldn't be space left to\npublish them.\nIf this is published—and the age of miracles is by no\nmeans past—l shall be sneered at, sniffed at and snubbed if\nfound out; guessed at, hissed at and mayhap stoned, or\nworse—ostracized. But it won't be the first time dearie, no,\nnor the last.\nMeantime the Winter Season holds forth much that is\ndistinctly promising, as forshadowed by present events in\n\"The Village.\" Lately a certain coterie of the decidedly staid\nand habitual Bohemians met and organized \"The Sev\nbut that's another story.\n\nF. van Norstrand Groves\n\nThe Censorship of Literature\nBy William M. Reedy in his Mirror\nMr. Theodore Dreiser wrote a novel called \"The Genius.\"\nThe hero of that novel was a great fellow with the ladies\nand Mr. Dreiser tells with much frankness all about that\nhero's way with a maid, wife or widow, or else a woman who\nwas neither. Now the successor of Anthony Comstock wants\nto suppress Mr. Dreiser's novel or to force its publisher, the\nJohn Lane Company, to eliminate from the novel all those\nparts in which Mr. Dreiser's hero performs his stunt of\nputting the \"come-hither\" upon the woman, in contempt of the\nseventh commandment. Likewise they would suppress the\narguments in the book in behalf of such proceedings con-\ncupiscential upon the part of the hero or his various loves.\nThe Society of American Authors has entered protest against\nsuch a censorship of the novel. Every person who has any\nregard for honest literature should join in the protest. Mr.\nDreiser's book is not immoral in the least. His hero's career\nas it culminates does not make any case either for the\nrighteousness, the profitability or the material satisfaction of\nhimself. The hero comes out of it all, shown up more than\na bit of a chump. There is nothing in the tale calculated to\ninduce anyone to follow the example of Mr. Dreiser's\n\"genius.\" Mr. Dreiser deals with certain facts of life which\nwill continue to exist even though they be never mentioned\nin polite society. Mr. Dreiser's book does not inculcate im-\nmorality. It is absurd that a piece of writing like \"The\nGenius\" should be mutilated by the successors of the late\nMr. Comstock. Mr. Dreiser tried to depict a phase of life\nwith fidelity to truth and with no purpose to serve evil. He\nwrote as an artist, solely to present an imaginary life-\nhistory in a way to make readers figure out for themselves\nthe meaning and the purpose of their own lives. For that\nmatter he showed how too much sex destroyed the genius\nand bruised or blighted everyone with whom he was\nassociated. The protest against interference with the free-\ndom of art cannot be too strong. Literary censorship is an\nintolerable institution. It cramps imagination and cripples\ninvention. It has a paralytic influence upon thought. And\nit does not help morals in the least. Indeed, it puts a premium\nupon the meanest nastinesses that circulate clandestinely.\nThe best disinfectant of base art is freedom. \"The Genius\"\nis not a corrupting novel. It is not a nasty novel, though it\nhas defects of taste. It shows how \"genius\" is not above\nthe moral law. The writers and the readers of the country\nshould not stand for its suppression nor mutilation.\n\nSadakichi"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1119", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe Curious House\nMartin Brown\nIN the glaring light of the Great White Way\nThere stands a house, quite a common affair.\nSmart enough, nothing more v\nWith a grilled front door\nAnd a tidy, well-kept air.\nJust a house you could see—well, any day\nAnd almost anywhere.\nOn the jostling throngs in the Great White Way\nThe windows look, but their straight-hung lace\nNever parts to display\nA room grave or gay\nOr to frame a passing face.\nYou may pass by night, you may pass by day\nEach curtain is in its place.\nSome there are who swear they have seen within\nWhere shaded lights shed a soft pink glow.\nAnd some say they have thought\nThat they faintly caught\nAn echo of music slow.\nSome whisper that it is a house of sin\nAnd gossip of laughter low.\nHas no one a key to the iron door?\nFor shut it stands all the whole year through.\nDon't you think at all cost\nIf the key was lost\nThey would put on a lock quite new?\nUnless there is no one to open it for—\nHow sad if that thought were true.\nBut if one should come to the house at last\nUnlock the door and open it wide\nIt might prove all cold,\nJust empty and old\nAnd musty, dark inside.\nThe lights and the music, shades of the past—\nGhosts of the things that had died.\nYet why not think that the curtains may hide\nDreams of delight, and a joy too divine\nTo expose to the glare\nOf the street and the stare\nOf stranger eyes blind with wine.\nFor may not the key be of gold, and inside\nTo turn at a knock of thine?\nWhere the jostling crowd pays curious heed\nThere stands a house, quite a common affair\nAnd the gossips are right\nIts mysterious quite\nWith its tidy, well-kept air.\nPerhaps Love the curious riddle might read,\nBut Love never passes there.\n\nThe Optimist\n(After the Norwegian of P. Chr. Asbjornsen by Guido Bruno)\nTHERE was once a Rabbit who walked about on the\nluscious green of God's free nature.\n\"Hooray-la-la!\" he yelled, jumping about gleefully and\nall of a sudden he made a long somersault and landed in the\nmidst of newly-sprouting corn.\nHe spied the Fox coming slowly and carefully down the\nroad.\n\"Good morning Mr. Fox,\" exclaimed the Rabbit. \"I tell\nyou today I'm really glad, glad from the bottom of my heart,\nI married\"—\n\"Well that's nice,\" said the Fox.\n\"Oh! no it wasn't so awfully nice,\" replied the Rabbit.\n\"My wife wasn't one of the youngest of women, and after-\nwards she turned to be quite bothersome.\"\n\"Then you didn't fare very well?\" asked the Fox.\n\"Well, it wasn't so very bad either; she had a good deal of\nmoney and then, too, she owned the house.\"\n\"That was very fortunate,\" rejoined the Fox.\n\"Oh! no it wasn't so very fortunate,\" replied the Rabbit.\n\"The house burned down with all our property.\"\n\"That was really too bad,\" said the Fox.\n\"It wasn't so very bad,\" continued the Rabbit, \"because\nthe wife burned down too.\"\n\nThe Musical Boarding House\nTom Sleeper\nMUSIC hath charms to sooth the savage breast\nPerhaps it's so—but let that rest\nNo savage breast can my breast be\nWhen same starts punching harmony.\nFor when she piays, my startled brain recoils dismayed,\nwhile horrid Pain,\nTakes sole possession of my thought : j\nMy bosom heaveth—sore distraught. \\\n*\nNor is this all—far worse to come\nWhen Algio's breath and nervous thumb\nAnd fingers basely press the keys\nAnd send out raukish, tortured breeze.\nT'is then in agony my breast convulsed with horror\nwill not rest\nPoet your words are not for me 1\nNo savage breast can my breast be."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1120", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nEditors of Individual Magazines\n\nAMONG those men who have the courage to stand up for\nideas of their own, their own style, their own conception\nof the world, are those, the most pathetic figures in American\nletters, who founded a magazine of their own; who did not\nfollow the example of their contemporaries, submitting to the\nwishes of their publishers and to the presumed desire of the\nreading public. Since 1827 when there appeared in New\nYork \"The Satyrist\" anonymously signed: Peter Pindar, till\ntoday, many scores of little individual publications appeared\nand disappeared. Tens of thousands are unsuccessful in\ntheir ambition as publishers of their own papers. Lack of\nfunds was in most cases the reason of their premature death.\nOthers expressed their personality in a few numbers of their\nperiodical. They had said everything they had to say and so\nthey laid aside their pen and kept silent.\nElbert Hubbard in his Philistine was one of the editors\nof individual magazines who kept for nineteen years his many\nthousands of readers interested in the constant progress of\nhis thought. But then Elbert Hubbard with his so many\nvaried activities, with his singular talents not only to create\nthought but also action, could have published a daily news-\npaper in our metropolis and undoubtedly his circulation\nstatements would have fallen only a little short of those\npresented so gracefully during the last week by Mr. Hearst\nin his Evening Journal.\nBut long before Elbert Hubbard's activities in East\nAurora, Detroit, Michigan could boast of an individual paper.\nAn Early Greenwich Village Magazine\nWHILE the Philistine was the forerunner of many\nhundreds of journals and individualistic magazines in\npocket-size, which came and went, his idea of a small\nmagazine of protest was by no means original, not even in\nithe United States. In fact, right here among us in Green-\nwich Village, the very first periodical \"of protest\" saw the\nlight of the world et eo ipso expired gently.\nIn October, 1827, a little sheet of sixteen pages, a trifle\nlarger than the Philistine, THE SATYRIST, or THE NEW\nYORK SATIRICAL MIRROR, was published by a literary\ngentleman who concealed his identity under the pseudonym\n\"Peter Pindar.\" The chief features of his magazinette were\nvery, very fine satires of prominent New York citizens,\nespecially rich merchants were his prey, names which arc\ntoday a vital part of the early history of New York. His\nmagazine is unique, perhaps, among all the magazines on\nrecord for the reason that he followed his first number with\nthe third, explaining editorially, that he made to a certain\ngentleman in exchange for a sum of money, certain promises\nto publish a satire on one of his business competitors. After\ncareful deliberation—and perhaps after the money was spent\n—he came to the conclusion that his promise had been too\nhasty and that it could not be combined with his dignity as\neditor. Literary men in those days, as well as today, had\nnot always the necessary cash on hand to make monetary\nreparations. Therefore, \"Peter Pindar\" decided to do justice\nto himself and to his patrons. For the second number he\npromised that satire, \"Whenever there will be a second\nnumber this satire will appear.\" But there never was one.\nIn fact, the \"New York Satyrist\" stopped publication after its\nthird number, it taking the place of the second.\nInteresting is the narrative in the third number telling til\nabout the editor's struggles with his printer. Times don't\nseem to have changed very much. Printers and publishers\nwill readily agree.\nReitzel's \"The Poor DevilR\"\nSEPTEMBER, 1900, saw the end of a famous Detroit\nnewspaper, known as \"Der Arme Teufel,\" a little Ger-\nman weekly periodical founded by Robert Reitzel. The\npaper was obliged to suspend publication because of a lack\nof support. Reitzel carried it on successfully for fifteen\nyears, and for three years after his death \"The Poor Devil\"\nhad been in capable editorial hands. But people wanted\nReitzel.\nA review of the rise, growth and decline of this unique\nlittle periodical must, in effect, be an account of Reitzera\nown peculiarities. Reitzel's battle-cry was \"Death to hypo-\ncrisy!\" He was the foe of custom and conventionality. Strong\nin his personal prejudices and idiosyncrasies, he refused to\nbow to the spirit of the times. He insisted that the world\ncome to him. He had many noble ideas, but he joined with\nno man in their indorsement. All his life he lashed men for\nlack of justice, and never shaded or inclined.\nAs a business man he was grotesque. His paper went to\nEngland, France, Holland, Ireland, China, South Africa—in\na word, to the ends of the earth. United with his\namazing mental stubbornness was a quality sweet and mild,\nand sometimes he dipped his pen in gall and wormwood, and\nagain he wrote with an Easter lily.\nReitzePs \"Arme Teufel\" was first printed in a little stuffy\noffice on Champlain street, near Randolph, Detroit. The\nroom was littered with newspaper plunder; a few woodcuts\nwere tacked on the walls; a batch of old papers were stacked\nabout; there was a bookcase in full view. It was a desolate,\nbarren place, a mere loft, as it were.\nAt one of the tables Robert Reitzel, the editor, usually sat\nsmoking a long pipe with a huge bowl. He was a man of\nmedium size, inclined to stoutness. He had a large head,\n\nElbert Hubbard and William Reedy, the great editor of\nSt. Louis. Mr. Reedy has, for the past twenty-five years,\npublished and edited the foremost literary paper of the\nUnited States."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1121", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nbroad forehead, small nose, small dark eyes, black, luxuriant\nhair, inclined to curl, and, as an odd personal trait, occasion-\nally sniffed the air by thrusting out his lips slightly as he\nwrote rapidly. He generally wore a white shirt, but was in-\nclined to be negligent in other portions of his dress.\nReitzel was always absolutely ungovernable, and conse-\nquently the business management of his paper did not exist\nat all. He refused to receive his best advertiser's card on\none occasion, simply because the advertiser was overheard\nexpressing some heretical opinion. It is said that Reitzel\nnever solicited an advertisement in his life. When funds ran\nlow a notice, usually couched in comical style, would appear\nin\"The Poor Devil,\" calling on those in arrears; and to make\nsure that the request was not to be construed as a begging\nplan, Reitzel made it clear that his words were intended only\nfor those able to pay. There were many persons on his lists\nfrom whom he never expected money. Thus, obtaining cash\nenough to supply the immediate needs of those about him,\nReitzel continued his paper with a free hand and after his\nown good fashion of a knight-errant, hitting a head wherever\none popped up.\nReitzel's paper is without an index, and as \"The Poor\nDevil\" was published for fifteen years, the confusion involved\nin discovering a former extract is well nigh disastrous.\nHis biography of Shakespeare—only a fragment—is one\nof the most beautiful things in the German language. Shake-\nspeare was one of Reitzel's hero-men. So was Jesus Christ,\nand Reitzel was a free-thinker. But he admired Christ's\nteachings.\nThe Scoop and Mr. Eaton\nONE of the most unique magazines in the world is the\nweekly publication of the Chicago Press Club,\"The\nScoop.\" It is written by and for the active members of the\nPress Club. The active members of the Press Club are the\nablest writers and artists of this country.\nChicago is one of the stations on the passion way of the\nAmerican writer and artist. Here is the clearing house for\nthe Western part of our country, and if Chicago be called\nthe \"head\" of the West, the Press Club, with its old, renowned\nbuilding on North Dearborn street, might safely be called its\n\"brains.\"\nFrom a four-paged bulletin recording Press Club news and\nminutes of the business meetings, Mr. Wm. Eaton, or \"Bill\"\nEaton, as every newspaper man in this country knows him,\ncreated \"The Scoop,\" a thirty-two-page magazine filled with\nthe wittiest and finest stuff my men who are the front cover\nfeatures of America's biggest' magazines. Only a man with\nthe individuality of Bill Eaton could have undertaken and\nmade a success of such a magazine. He is one of the oldest\nnewspaper men in this country. Stories, which have gone on\nrecord since as having made world's history, were written by\nhim and sensed up to their real value. As dramatic critic he\nhad opportunity to lend a helping hand to those who have\nmade good since. He was always just and did not hesitate\nto come out with the naked truth. He condemned whenever\nhe couldn't do anything but condemn. But he is known the\nworld over \"as the one man who never said an unkind word\nor added personal reflections to his purely professional\ncriticisms.\" Eugene Field, Ben King, Stanley Waterloo, Opie\nRead and Colonel Visher were his daily associates in their\ntimes, and all the others *who made the Nineties an illustrious\nperiod of American letters of the past century. Will Eaton\nlikes youth; he has an open ear for everything new, and\nwhat he did as editor and managing-editor a score of years\nago he is doing to-day. He grasps a story and its value, and\nhe does not hesitate to acknowledge it. The pages of his\n\"Scoop\" are open to everybody who has something to say,\nbut it really must be something and it has to be said\noriginally.\nThe \"Scoop\" is an inspiration to every writer and artist in\nthis country. If he \"got there\" and is enjoying the fruits of\nhis good fortune, the \"Scoop\" is the connecting link between\nhim, now in the glory of his achievements, and those past days\nof striving, aiming and of disappointment. And for him who\nis sitting in a hall-room hardly any more capable to believe\nin his final success, \"The Scoop\" is a consoler, a sign-post.\nA sign-post that seems to spur him on his way, on that\nendless road to success.\n\nRobert Reitzel, a snapshot\n\nWilliam Eaton"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1122", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nMichael Monahan\nONE name stands out among the present day literateurs\nthat will mean to all our sons and grandsons wh#t it\nmeans to a few of us to-day. Michael Monahan, the patriarch\nof American essayists who created for themselves a magazine\nof their own, speaks to us like the long unheard of voice of\nidealism, which we buried a long time ago in the hustle-bustle\nof life. He calls back to life the subconscious longing for\nquiet, for peace and for beauty. He knows that the chief\nessence of life are small details that seem to us mere trifles.\nHe portrays life in detail, and therefore he creates master-\npieces.\nIt was in some gallery in Bruxelles, oh, so many years ago.\nI stood in front of a colossal painting by some old master\nwhose name I have forgotten. The painting had made a\nprofound impression upon me. A kind old gentleman, who\nhad also admired the painting turned to me and said: \"Young\nman, you know that if you would take a pair of scissors and\ncut this canvas into pieces of one square inch, each little piece\nwould represent a masterpiece itself and would create in you\na similar impression as does this painting.\"\nOften after I have finished my day's work, and I take up\none of Michael Monahan's books to read, before I deliver\nmyself to that generous benefactor, Morpheus, I think of that\nold man in the gallery of Bruxelles. No matter what page I\nopen in his \"Palms of Papyrus\" or some of the volumes of\nthat old incomparable small Journal of his, \"Papyrus,\" or if I\nhappen to glance through a page in his present magazine, THE\nPHOENIX, I find that every sentence is a little masterpiece.\nHis essays, his stories, his aphorisms, are like an old\nVenetian mosaic: the best of material, wonderfully shaped,\ncolors and form masterfully selected, placed with loving care\none next to the other.\nAnd we look at the masterpiece after its completion. It is\njust what it seems to be, so natural, never artificial, always\nselect but never selected.\n\nMichael Monahan, his portrait as it appeared in his\n\"Phoenix\"\n\nThe Speculator\nCafs Paw\nHIS wealth is imaginary, and nowhere. He contracts\ndebts, and calculates on miracles to pay them. He\ntrusts everybody, and everybody trusts him, while the ball\ncan be kept up; and when it falls to the ground, they all roll\naway and perish together. The idea of owing more than he\ncan ever reasonably expect to pay, does not rob him of a\nwink of sleep, or disturb his repose for a moment. \"Eat,\ndrink, and be merry, for to-morrow we die,\" is his maxim;\nhe livens as if the world were at his command; he despises\nthe sordid maxim of cutting his coat according to his cloth,\nfor the cloth belongs to others; he goes the way of all flesh,\nand when his books are examined by the assignees, it is\nfound that, though he has lived like a prince, and spent his\nhundreds of thousands, he never was worth a farthing, when\nhis debts were paid.\n. .. V - -\n\nLillies\nMildred Antisdale\nIN the hall of a rich, college dormitory was a wide bowl of\nwhite lillies.\nThey were so huge and so white that they could be plainly\nseen from the avenue. The girls who passed in and out did\nnot see them. They were accustomed to lillies and to roses\ntied with yards of pink satin. They had pearls, too, which\nlooped twice and clasped with diamonds.\nOn the avenue was a very poor dray-man. He saw the\nlillies.\n\"They make me think,\" he said, \"of the first dawn in\nSicily.\"\n\nPen, Paper and Ink\n\"\\Y7H0\nwas it blackened my glistening glitter?\"\nW asked indignantly the Pen.\n\"Who* has transformed me from rags to my present\nbeauty?\" wondered the Paper.\n\"I did,\" said the Ink.\nThe Poet, who had listened to their conversation, smiled.\n\nA characteristic anecdote is related of an out-at-elbows\npoet, who, by some freak of fortune, came into possession\nof a five dollar bill. He called to a lad, and said—\"Johnny,\nmy boy, take William and get it changed.\" \"What do you\nmean by calling it William?\" inquired the wondering lad.\n\"Why, John,\" replied the poet, \"I am not sufficiently familiar\nwith it to take the liberty of calling it Bill\""}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "1123", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.9", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nBooks and Magazines of the Week\nRogue Redivivus\n\"Rogue,\" that delightful magazine with a checkerboard\ncover, with Dame Rogiie's charming talk a la Madame\nPompadour and with its little illustrations of nudes, has\ncome to life again. Like \"Phoenix\" the imperrisable bird, it\nemerged from the ashes of its short-lived semi-monthly\nexistence to become a monthly magazine four times its old\nsize. Its checkerboard cover had been adopted since by\n\"The Lamb\" and a new cover, a human face rising out of a\nblack and white checkered toga, has been adopted. It is a\ntoga pretexta, the red being distributed tastefully here and\nthere.\nAllan Norton, its editor, (the possessor of the only pair of\nsoulful eyes in the Village) assembled all the stars that\nshine on the Village firmament in the columns of his paper.\nThey will also glitter their best on September 29th at the\nRogue's Ball, to celebrate the debut of the new-grown\n\"Rogue.\" \"September Morn\" it is called, and Florence Gough\narranged a Fashion Show that will demonstrate ad oculos of\nthe rogues at large, what she would like to see them wear on\nSeptember morn.\"\nRogue is a little merrymaker, its pages are filled with so\nmuch freshness and so much gladsome spirit that we do\nhope its journey will be not only a pleasant but also a\nlong one.\nThe \"Little Review\"\nMargaret C. Anderson has made good her threat to leave\nempty pages in case she didn't find stories, articles or poems\nworthy to fill her magazine. Thirteen pages of the September\nissue are blank: beautifully creamed manilla paper suiting to\nthe eye and pleasing to the tips of the fingers that glide over\nit. Bob Minor, who is with both feet and his hat in the ring\nof the labor fight in San Francisco, contributed an interesting\nand poignant article: \"What can a poor executioner do\nagainst a man who is willing to die?\"\nFrank Harris' Oscar Wilde book is mentioned in three\nlines and then there is some other stuff in the remaining six-\nteen pages that is not so important but what it could just as\nwell have been left out.\nThe redeeming feature of the \"Little Review\" for September\nare three lines mentioning Frank Harris' work. It shows\nit's editor knows Oscar Wilde and Frank Harris.\nThe \"Poetry Review\"\nThe fifth issue of this new periodical devoted to poetry\nand forthcoming from Boston, contains an excellent \"Note\non Steven Mallarme\" by Richard Aldington and specimens\nof French war-poetry by Kate Buss. The amiable Amy\nLowell again has her conspicuous page, but this time she\ncongested her rather lengthy (in space) poetry into \"poly-\nphonic prose.\" She calls it\"The Cross Roads.\" Here are\na few of her polyphonic creationes.\n\"The sun in the sky is a fat, red plate. She screams and\ncowers, For the green foliage Is a roaring wave surging to\nsmother her.\"\n\"Yellow stillness is on the crossroads, Yellow stillness is\non the trees.\"\nThe \"Ink Pot\"\nThe business interests of Greenwich Village found a hand-\nsome organ in\"The Ink Pot:\" Mr. Peter Newton's new\nmonthly magazine. The first number, which arrived on our\ndesk, contains timely columns of barter and exchange trans-\nacted in the shops on Village soil. The frank admission of\nMr. Newton that his paper will serve as an advertising\nmedium for the home industry of the Village makes it\nvaluable to our shopkeepers as well as to the reading public.\nIt will do a lot of good as a guide for the many sightseers\ndrawing the border-line between art and business, between\nhistory and the creations of merchants. We hope it will do\naway with spectacular bohemianism, represent business a$\nsuch and leave creators unmolested by sightseers.\n\nDEATH\n?\n■\nFor the best single title\n(in twenty words or less)\nthat fits both these pictures\nDEATH will pay $000\nManuscripts should be addressed to\nThe Contest Editor of Death,\n00 West 01st Street,\nNew York."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "1124", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.10", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nSplitting the Ears of the Groundlings\n(Dramatic Criticism)\nMomus\nIF there is a country in the world that seems to be pre-\ndestined to give birth to the drama of the big kind\nsurely it is America. The inner meaning of drama is\nconflict, is fight, its characters are taken from the most\nintense life of our surroundings, from human nature,\nas Shakespeare says, to serve it as a mirror., But where\ncould one find so much intense and picturesque life in\nthe whole world as it can be found in America; upon\nwhose vast and large spaces all forms of strenuous life\nare represented and all conditions of such life. Where\nelse is there a capital city that could be compared to New\nYork: the concentrating lense through which everything\nis reflected existing in this multiform country, all cosmo-\npolitan tangles and also everything really American.\nConflicts are there and combats everywhere. Contrasts\nthat clash one against the other and grave wrestlings of\nindividuals with themselves. American life bubbles like\nnew wine, all one needs do is put it upon the stage—and\nthere it is, the Comedie Humaine: tragedy, tragic\ncomedy, comedy and farce.\nBut what do we see upon our stagfes? A few of last\nweek's new plays are typically representative. There\nwas for instance, \"Caroline\" by William Somerset\nMauphan in the Empire Theatre. An import from Eng-\nland. A real London \"polite comedy.\" Its success in\nLondon was based on its dialogues and what pleased the\npublic here was, again its dialogues. Nothing but dialo-\ngue. Mr. Mauphan is displaying pyrotechnics of wit that\nbear unmistakeable resemblance to the real brillance\nOscar Wilde used to present to his listeners. It was the\ngenius of a Wilde that elevated his artistically glittering\nword plays to art. Mauphan's endeavors remain arti-\nficial. It is left to the actor to supply art to his work—\nand Margaret Anglin is a fine comedienne.\nThe Booth Theater offers a pantomine: \"Pierrot the\nProdigal,\" that is quite a ways from being the long ex-\npected American drama. It is imported from Paris and\nis not even new.\nAmerican authors who had their say this year like\nRichard Walton Tully, the author-, productr, have their\nplays laid in American surroundings, but like \"The\nFlame\" in Mexico. In a Mexico, that including the\nAmerican appearing therein, does not at all exist: just a\nmiscarriage of Tully's imagination, hopelessly romantic\nand hopelessly impossible. Not to mention his last acts\nwith their unartistic political polemics——a ruin of all\nthat went before.\nFrederick and Fanny Hatton in \"Upstairs and Down\"\n(Cort Theater) attempt to use the home of a Long Island\nmillionaire for a nice little comedy. The antithesis of\nthe palatial living quarters of the master and the kitchen\nis designed to create the contrast. It is an excellent\ndramatic idea. Herman Sudermann used a similar idea\nin his famous \"Hbnour,\" contrasting the front and the\nback of the house, but what do the Hatton's get out of\nit? A little bit of mischief caused by a very improbable\nyoung girl and a few comic episides, but like Mr.\nMauphan they are masters of a comic dialogue—and\nthe audience laughs. Good actors like Courtoney Foote,\nFred Tidon and Juliette Day know how to serve theyr\npublic the dramatic dish. It is only good to look upon,\nthe audience goes home hungry.\n\"Polyanna\" is a new play at the Hudson. Rather it\nis not a play at all, it is a novel. But no one will deny\n\"Pollyanna\" has her charms. Even for one who hasn't\nread the \"best seller,\" whence it derives its origin. A\ndarling child is the heroine and another dear child is one i\nof the other actors. Patricia Collinge plays Polyanna\nlike a real child; Jimmy is only twelve years old off the\nstage. But children on the stage are a captatio beneh\nvolentiae that never fails.\nAmerican life rolls on like a gigantic dramatic whirl-\npool; its image on the stage is a peaceful murmuring\nbrook.\n\nThe Book of Bargains\nI— A Study in Murder\nBy Vincent O'Sullivan\nAS I got out of a cab at Piccadilly Circus, I was hailed by\nGladwin. /\n\"Just the man I was looking for!\" he cried. \"Let us go\nsomewhere and have a drink.\"\nAt that moment a glass of brandy happened to be the thing\nI wanted; so I followed Gladwin to the Criterion readily\nenough. Besides, he was excited: and people are always\nInteresting when they are excited.\n\"A man feels strange,\" said Gladwin, sitting down by a\ntable, \"when he looks around this place and thinks that\neverybody in it will outlive him.\"\n\"Do you feel like that, by any chance?\" I asked, lighting\na cigarette.\n\"Yes, I do. Let me tell you this, my friend,\" he went on,\nIn his earnest, impulsive way, which was wont to become a\nlittle wearisome: \"You know that I'm not much better than\na pauper. Well! I'm sick of slaving away for a wretched,\npaltry salary, and I'm going to end it all. I've thought about\nit for a long time, and something that happened to-day has\nquite settled it.—By the way, do you think I'm mad?\"\n\"Oh Lord, no!\" says I.\n\"Because I'm not. Now, you know as well as I do, that\nall this time, since luck has taken to using me as a football,\nI've been kept together by the thought of Margaret. I thought,\nthat somehow or other, if I only pegged on, I might—\nWell! I have seen her to-day. She was kind enough to state\nthat she could never marry me, and that her father didn't\nwant her to see me again. She was also so good as to\nmention that it would be insane, considering my position, for\nher to marry against her father's wishes. Then she spoke\nof you.—Hullo! you've upset your glass! Waiter, another\nsoda and brandy here!—As I was saying, she spoke of you.\nShe said that her father was most anxious to.have her\nmarried to you, and was doing his utmost to bring about the\nmatch. I suppose you never did have any feeling in that way\nfor Margaret?\"\n\"My dear fellow!\""}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "1125", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.11", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n\"I thought not; and I told her so. Besides, I said that you\nwere too good a friend of mine to try to step into my shoes.\nBut she only shook her head, and went out of the room\nweeping. And so to-night I'm going to end it all! In your\ncompany I'm going to do everythink that makes a man's life\nbright and merry; and then I'm going to blow the soul out\nof my body somewhere by the river.—You'll come with me?\"\n\"Yes—of course!\" I said, with a slight hesitation. \"But\nwhat are these things that make a man's life bright and\nmerry? Only the usual stupidities—dining, a theatre or music-\nhall, and all that!\"\n\"But it is these very banalities that I want!\" exclaimed\nGladwin. \"I have done them so often when I was fairly\nhappy, that I am anxious to learn what they seem like on the\nnight when I'm going to die. Meet me for dinner at the\nBerkeley at half-past seven.\"\nAs I drove home to dress, I took this letter from my\npocket and read it again:—\n\"1 write to you because I know that you are such a true\nfriend to us bothy and have so much influence with my father.\nI need not protest that I love Mr. Gladwin with all my heart;\nbut how can I tell him so, when my father will not even speak\nto him! Please, please try to do us good, to make our lives\ncontent. Perhaps you will think it a fine and great thing, to\nserve two creatures who can never repay you.—Margaret/\"\n\"How odd it is,\" said Gladwin, as we strolled towards the\nEmpire, \"that all this stir and bustle which I am in the midst\nof to-night, will be going on just the same to-morrow night,\nas though I had never existed.\"\n\"Yes,\" I replied; \"how proud you must feel as you move\namongst this commonplace throng! Dr. Johnson said, that\nwhen a man has resolved to kill himself, he may go and take\nthe king of Prussia by the nose, at the head of his army. It\nis a fair question whether a man has not a right to take leave\nof life when it ceases to charm—to be beautiful.\"\n\"If you are so much in love with suicide,\" says Gladwin,\nrather irritably for him, \"why on earth don't you do it your-\nself?\"\n\"Oh! I have a great many reasons. The chief of them is,\nthat so many people depend on my life. Take my valet, for\ninstance. That young man supports his mother and three\nsisters. Now if I were to die, I should be a cause of mis-\nfortune to all of them. No; I cannot commit suicide, because\nof fny valet.\"\n\"Of course you are right,\" said Gladwin, as we turned\ninto the theatre; \"and I am a fool!\"\n\"Are you under sentence of death ?\" a woman asked Glad-\nwin in the promenade, as it is called, of the Empire.\nShe laughed, and disappeared in the crowd. I turned to\ninspect Gladwin: and indeed he had a low look. His face\nwas pale and wet: there was nervousness, fatigue, even fear,\nin his demeanour. Seeing these things, I led the way to\nthe bar.\n\"My friend, when I look around this place, with all its\nlight and joy, it almost tempts me to give up the game,\" said\nGladwin, with a glass of brandy in his shaking hand.\n\"How few people there are in the world who have the\ncourage to give life the slip!\" I murmured, as if in a study.\n\"Men talk glibly about death being preferable to the smallest\nevils of our lot: but it is when people come face to face with\ndeath that they wave the white feather in a vehement and\ndegrading fashion. There are but two sets of heroes in the\nworld—the Anarchists and the Suicides!\"\n\"You don't mean to say I'm a coward?\" Gladwin rapped\nout with a flush.\n\"Really, I was hardly thinking of you. I have concluded\nthat you intend to go back to your drudgery; to see\nMargaret——\"\n\"You thing wrong,\" interrupted Gladwin. \"Let us get out\nof this damned hole—it stifles me!\"\n\"When Margaret wept to-day,\" remarked Gladwin, as we\nsat to supper in the Hotel Continental, \"do you know I—\nthat is, it just occurred to me, that she might love me after\nall!\"\n\"One is usually deceived in these cases,\" I said, drawing\non the table-cloth with a fork. \"You wish her to love you,\nand naturally twist every unmeaning thing to your ad-\nvantage.\"\n\"You know best,\" answered Gladwin, filling his glass. \"If\nshe loved me, you would be first to notice it. Margaret has\na beautiful mind,\" he added after a bit, \"I hope she may\nnever be unhappy.\" And with that he put his hands to his\nface—to hide his tears, I think; because he laughed so loud\nthe next moment. Notwithstanding this merriment, I thought\nit wise to purchase a small flask of brandy as we left the\nhotel.\n\"If I think of the time when I was a lad, it just takes the\nheart out of me!\" declared Gladwin, as we walked, through\nquiet streets, arm-in-arm to the river. \"My people were\nalways so good to me; and the dear old place—\"\nHe chocked. \"Try a little of this stuff,\" I said, offering\nmy flask.\nHe took a long drink; and then we went on for a while in\nsilence.\n\"I know I wasn't born to end like this!\" he broke out sud-\ndenly. \"I'm not clever, and I'm not much good any way;\nbut I've never lied, I've never cheated, and I don't think I've\never spoken a bad word of any one. By God, I haven't!\nAnd now nobody cares for me, and I'm being paid out like a\nhanged dog!\"\nWe had come to the Embankment by this time, so I turned\non him with great indignation.\n\"And do you think I would stand idly by and watch this\nperformance,\" I exclaimed, \"save that I am sure you can\nnever continue your mean life! lam sure, too, that you could\nnever bear the thought of Margaret in another man's arms;\nbut from what I've heard '\n\"Please don't add the last straw,\" he screamed out in a\nsort of agony; \"let me die without knowing that!— You are\nthe best friend I have ever had,\" he said, taking my hand,\n\"the best friend that any fellow ever had.\"\nI pressed his hand, with real feeling. Then I looked\naround, and noting that we were free from observation, I\nsaid:—\n\"I think I will stop here, while you go on to the bridge.\nNever fear, old chap, I shall see the last of you,—'tis all I\ncan do!\"\n\"Good-bye,\" said Gladwin; \"God bless you, my friend!\"\nHe went forward a little; then, much to my annoyance (for\nI dreaded lest some should find us in company), he came\nback again, showing a ghastly, twitching face.\n\"If I thought that Margaret loved me \" he mumbled\nin his throat.\n\"She shall hear of your death,\" I murmured, \"and she\nwill be sorry for you!\"\nHe nodded his head twice, as if satisfied, and went to the"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "1126", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.12", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n(To be continued)\n\nbridge. There he climbed upon the parapet, exploded a pistol\nat his face, and fell forward into the water.\n\"Did you see that suicide?\" says I to the policeman who\ncame running up.\n\"Yes, sir,\" answered the man, fumbling for his whistle.\n\"I had nothing to do with it, had I?\"\nHe stopped short and looked at me narrowly. I fell to\nexamining my cigarette to see if it was burning well. He\nwas a young man, new to the police service, I should think.\nDoubtless I impressed him—in my favour, I mean: I do so\nimpress people sometimes.\n\"You, sir!\" he exclaimed, and shook his head. \"Oh dear\nno, sir!\"\n\"That's all right,\" I said.\nAnd then I laughed.\n\nTwo People\nThe Romance of One Night\nBy Guido Bruno\n\"First of all,\" she started again, \"you must go out and\nbuy me some clothes. I am a perfect thirty-eight, and it\nwon't be hard to get just what I want. Buy me a tailorr\nmade suit, the plainest you can get. Buy me a few\nshirtwaists, and here is a list of all the other things I\nneed. I made that list out several days ago. Now don't\nbe afraid. Go in a big department store. Go at first to\nthe transfer department and have them give you a\ntransfer slip. Then go to the trunk department and buy\na big, heavy trunk. Tell the manager you wish all\npurchases you are going to make placed in this trunk\nand sent to your address. Do this, please, in your name.\nTeiil them it is for the maid of your aunt, or something\nof that kind, and they will give you the right kind of\nstuff.\"\nI realized for the first time that she really did know\nwhat she was about to do. It struck me as wonderful.\nThat girl brought up in luxury, had actually the grit to\nstart a new life, really a new life. She wanted to im-\nprove the world and started out by improving herself.\nIt was Hercules' work, planned for weeks ahead, perhaps,\ndown to the most minute detail.\nShe handed me two hundred dollars and a long list of\nthings I should purchase. Her hands seemed so strong\nand so sure I could not explain how it happened, what\ninduced me to say it, but I believed it was the best bit of\ninspiration I had ever had in my life.\n\"Look here,\" I said,\" I see you really mean what you\nsay. I feel you are going to do what you intend to do.\nI don't know what vocation you like to follow, but I know\none thing! there is a lot of trouble and disappointment,\nhumiliation and hard work in store for you. I know you\nare prepared for the worst. Why not do it immediately?\nI think I know a way where you could carry out your\nplans. Instead of giving to the world one useful member\nof society you could bestow upon it the gift of two.\n\"Marry me! You will have all the troubles you have\never looked for in your life. You will face economic\nproblems you never dreamed of and still there will be\nplenty of time left to be happy and to enjoy life—real\nlife, far away from society and from teas and that sort\nof thing. Will you marry me?\" and I could not restrain\nfrom grasipng her hand.\n\nGossips of Spoon River\n\nIn Our Village\nHarrison Hale Schaff, the soul of John W. Luce & Com-\npany (Boston), was in New York last week and stopped, as\nhis father and grandfather used to, in the Brevoort Hotel.\nHe has great plans for the next season and a few of the\nbooks he contemplates publishing will be a valuable addition\nto the books published in America, worthwhile reading. Mr.\nSchaff is an idealist and does not take off his idealism with\nhis coat if he buckles down in shirtsleeves to real work\nin his publishing office. He is one of those nowaday rare\npublishers of books who care more for a work of art than\nfor the artist; who care more for the value of the contents\nof their books than for the advertising value of their authors.\nAlice Palmer, who runs the renowned Greenwich Village\nStore, was the first victim of the new . compulsory law which\ndeclared the Benedict Apartment House strictly men-\nbachelor's quarters. She and her multi-coloured library\noccupy rooms back of her store.\nMrs. Thompson, formerly of Thompson Street, right around\nthe corner from Bruno's Garrett, opened a new shop in the\nbasement of 64 Washington Square. The elaborate prepara-\ntions with saw and brush which were going on for the last\nfew weeks promise an exceptional display of things unusual (1\nin her new location.\nThompson H. Rich, known to the readers of Bruno's\nWeekly as poet of verse libre of the very new kind, accepted\nlast week a position as associate editor of The Forum.\nEzra Pound's parents were sightseers in Greenwich Vil-\nlage last week under the able guidance of Alfred Kreymborg\n(Mushroom). They viewed all the purple and orange shops\nin the vicinity, they dined in our queer eating-places and we\nhope that their report to Ezra across the pond, will not be\ntoo unfavorable."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "1127", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.13", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nWhy and How I Got Married\nMany hundred stories, brief and lengthy accounts, arrire 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\nThe First Real Man\nMrs. M. M., (Dallas, Texas)\nI HAD had a dozen kid sweethearts of the type that swear\nself-destruction if their affection is not reciprocated, then\nI the next week are worshipping at another's shrine.\nMany times I had said to myself, so wearied was I of\nI this puppy adoration, \"the first real man who comes into my\nllife and offers me love, my surrender shall be complete.\"\n:f And so it came to pass. I meet him, a settled, dignified man\nof the world. His interest in me was flattering and my\nrespect for him (no love as yet) was unlimited. When he\nssked me to marry him I was completely carried off my feet,\nmy sensations were indescribable, a dream coming true.\nHowever, I refused at first, but his persistance proved his\nsincerity and we were married.\nSeven years it has been and mere words cannot convey to\nyou the depth of our happiness. I find the eighteen years dif-\nference in our ages \"just right.\"\nThe wonderful attributes of his character I have absorbed\nuntil I know I am a better woman than any other companion-\nship could have made me and my youth has kept my husband\nfrom growing older and our marriage from becoming com-\nmonplace.\nFrom experience I know the first essential to real happiness\nin marriage is respect, love follows, then (like the proverbial\nfairy tale) you live happily ever after.\n\nHe Found his Mate\nE. B. W. (Okla.)\nFOR the simple reason that I found the sweet little girl of\nmy choice—one that promised to be my faithful com-\npanion (and has) until death parted us.\nIt was in the~year of 1905, myself and others were work-\ning at the Pruning trade of which we covered a large scope\nof country, and of course we boarded wherever there was an\norchard contracted to prune. At the little town of\nOklahoma, I met the girl that later became my wife. Little\ndid I know then that she would become the one that would\njourney down the road with me to the world beyond. We\nboarded at her home something like ten days and at night\nwhen supper was over we would have a friendly talk or she\nwould play some on the piano, and so this continued until\nwe left another place. It was something like a year after\nour stay at her home that my folks moved to this town, at\nwhich time we renewed our friendship—friendship grew into\ncourtship and after a happy courtship of about a year we\nwere married to each other.\nI can not say that our married life has been the happiest\none. on earth but we have retained our love for each other\nand are today blessed with three bright eyed girlies. The\nlife of all lives is the one that has a home to go and a sweet\ngirlie wife to welcome his coming—where you can hear the\nlaughter of your kiddies and sit away back in your rocker\nand forget the toil of the day.\n\nLove a la Poet\nD. G., (N. Y.)\nGEORGE Moore it was who wrote, \"Marriage—what an\nabomination! Love—yes, but not marriage. Love can-\nnot exist in marriage, because love is an ideal, that is to say,\nsomething not quite understood—transparencies, color, light,\na sense of the unreal.,, And she who is now my wife and I\nboth agreed: \"Love—yes, but not marriage.\" Pure Platonic\nlove it was at first—the glorious joy of companionship—\ntwo young hearts thrilling together in the mutual appreciation\nof all things glad and beautiful. What had we to do with the\nworld? We were content. Our love was ours to do with as\nwe wished.\nBut love grows as a speed, when planted in rich and fertile\nsoil. From the love of companionship grew the love of\nprotection, that which is akin to paternal love—the desire of\nthe one to do those little things which make life easier and\nsweeter for the other. Happiness increased with the in-\ncreasing knowledge of each other. Next desire came, un-\nbidden, and we knew that sexual love was born, that love\nwhich is the crowning glory in the spiritual relations of all\nhumanity. Was it fear which awakened in us the thought\nof the marriage ceremony—the wish to protect each other\nfrom the sharp stings of malicious ever-wagging human\ntongues? The easiest way was the conventional way—no\nquestions would be asked, and the respective families,\nhitherto not considered, would be conciliated. \"Blessings\nupon thee, my children,\" fervently uttered by a generation\nwith standards different from our own, might mean a certain\nsatisfaction when we, too, grew old. Marriage is beautiful,\nis as in the quatrain by Richard Le Gallienne:\n\"Like to the intertwisted melody\nOf harp and lute shall our true wedding be\nAnd such a marriage of fair music make\nThat none shall separate the Thee from Me.\"\nIf there is music, what matters it if it be played on a\nchurch organ or on a figurative, and more poetic, harp and\nlute? Yes, we had our reasons when armed with a license\nand a gold band ring we entered the Church. And who can\nsay there is not a thrill in hearing pronounced: \"Those whom\nGod hath joined together let no man put asunder.\" Today\nwe proudly say that that queer little imp call Regret has\nnever crossed our threshold.\n\nVOLUME II\nBRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBound in white linen cloth\nTWO DOLLARS, postpaid"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "1128", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.14", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Bruno's Weekly, Inc. Charles Edison, Pres.; Guido Bruno, Vice-Pres.;\nWalter L. Eckert, Sec. and Treas., at 58 Washington Square, New York City. Edited and written by Guido\nBruno. Subscription $2 a year.\nEntered as second class matter at the Post Office of New York, N. Y., October 14th, 1915 under the Act of March\n3rd, 1897.\n\nTO YOU, GENTLE READER\nKindly give jour standing order for Bruno's\nWeekly to your newsdealer, if you do not\nwish to send us directly a subscription. The\npresent paper prices are such that it prorqp\ndisastrous for a magazine to print more\ncopies than are needed for its regular sub-\nscription circulation and for a supply of\nunreturnable orders of news companies and\nmagazine agencies.\nAlso we cannot supply you with back num-\nbers which you have missed on the news-\nstands.\nTherefore, if you like the contents of\nBruno's Weekly, release your clutches from\na two-dollar bill and send in your check\nto-day or giYe a standing order to your news-\ndealer.\n\nThe Mad Hatter Has a Tea Party Every AftermoM\nfrom 3 to 6 at\n150 WEST FOURTH STREET\nJust Down the Rabbit Hole From Washington Squar*\n\"Take Some More Tea\"\n\"I've Had Nothing Yet So I Can't Take More\"\n\"You Mean You Can't Take Less, It's Very Easy to\nTake More Than Nothing.\"\n\"Nobody Asked Your Opinion\" Edith Ungev.\nROSSI BROTHERS\n58 Washington Square\nUnderneath the Garret\nICE CREAM AND TOBACCO\nFLORENCE GOUGH\nShows Smart Millinery for Grown Ups—Mother\nGoose's Millinery for Children and other unique\nthings to wear.\nTHE PAINT BOX\n150 W. 4th St., Near 6th Are.\nN. 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A.\nEdison."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "[1129]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.15", "texte": "m\nm\n■\nM\n$\n■L\nrft\nm\nm\n1\nm\ni\n$5.00\nTHE JPIR1T OT XMAS\nS\\r>X>\nbvorciq\n$5.00\nwmm\nmm\n:>;v>\nm\nmd\n■¥-\nmm\nI\n»i.'\n: ;\nr-v;\nUlfi\n8r\n$5.00\n$5.00\nSIXTY THOUSAND ORIGINAL\nDRAWINGS OF AMERICAN\nILLUSTRATORS\nRose O'Neil, Opper, Harrison Fisher, Barton, Cassel\nPughes, Hassmann, Crawford, and Many Other\nAmerican and Foreign Illustrators Whose Drawings\nHave Appeared in the Foremost American Illustrated\nMagazines from 1880 up to Date\nI HAVE purchased the original drawings and\npaintings which you have seen reproduced on\nthe pages of Puck and other prominent periodicals\nduring the last thirtyrsix years. They are a splendid\ncollection of the early work and of the best work\nof America's foremost artists. They show the\nevolution of the American comic paper from its\ninfancy to its present standard as well as the in-\ndividual evolution of the artists. They are an\nunique kaleidoscope of the manifold interests of\npublic opinion during the last two score years.\nThere is the period where New York with its cease-\nless building underground, overground and on the\nsurface was the target of constant banter. There\nare the political cartoons, a conclusive demonstra-\ntion why Cleveland or Roosevelt or Taft had to be\nelected and why Bryan and Roosevelt were\ndefeated.\nRARELY will there be an opportunity again to\npurchase these originals, welcome in the den,\nin the library of a private home, and appropriate\non the walls of public libraries, of museums and of\npublic schools, at such low prices as I arti offering\nthem now. Many are priced as low as twenty-five\ncents. Only a few are marked higher than ten\ndollars.\nYou are invited to call at my store and view the\ncollection leisurely or inquire about the work of\nillustrators you like. I will gladly quote you\npictures and prices.\nHARRY STONE,\nBOOKS and DRAWINGS\n137 FOURTH AVENUE, NEW YORK\nFor Three Dollars I will send you post-paid Ten Original Drawings of American Illustrators."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "[1130]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19160930-01.1.16", "texte": "Bruno Chap Books\nNo.\n1. The Harlot's House, by Oscar Wilde\nThe first American reprint of one of the\nmost wonderful poems of the author 25\n2. Setting Hens, Frogs' Legs, by D. Molby\nD. Molby, passes the white elephant un-\nremarked, but writes an essay on the mos-\nquito's neck and the rhythm of his little wings\nbefore he stings and annoys .25\n3. Mushrooms, by Alfred Kreymborg\nMr. Kreymborg's Mushrooms are recognized\npoetry. The Mushroom stands for a simple\nexpression of thought in simple musical\nrhythm. Mr. Kreymborg is one man who\nspeaks to his fellow-men—just to the one who\nmight find in four or six simple lines of\nrhythm the revelation of the rhythm and the\nharmony of his own simple life .50\n4. Tahiti, by Robert Carlton Brown .25\n5. Four Letters, by Oscar Wilde .25\n6. Anarchists, by Guido Bruno .25\n7. To My Mother, by Alfred Kreymborg .25\n3. Vignettes, by Hubert Crackanthorpe\nMr. Crackanthorpe had three ehief gifts:\nskill in dramatic narration—a sense of sit-\nuation, a lively feeling for the value of inter-\npretation of gesture, posture, circumstance;\nsecondly, analytic skill in the conception and\npresentation of character; thirdly, descriptive\nand pictorial power, readiness of vision, with\na faculty ©112 sifting and selecting its reports.\nLionel Johnson, in Acad., March 20, 1897 50\n9. Tanka and Haika, by Sadakichi Hartmann\nThe son of a German father and a Japa-\nnese mother, of a burgomaster's son from\nMecklenburg, the only European state with-\nout a Constitutionj and the daughter of a\nronin, a robing soldier of Old Japan. Sada-\nkichi is much more Japanese than German.\nHis style is extravagant but suave. Some of\nhis short stories are as excessive arnd intense\nas Poe's on strictly realistic lines, fte utmost\nbounds of expression are reached, even his\noriginality is aggressive 25\n10. Richard Wagner, the Egoist, by Guido Bruno .25\n11. Edna the Girl of the Street, by Alfred\nKreymborg . 25\nCause: our social conditions.\nMotive: just to live.\nProblem: eternal.\nSolution: none 25\n12. Songs of the Cosmos, by Charles Keeler\nLike the weaver of wonderful brocades, he\nselected thread after thread and up loomed\nthose wonderful pictures before my eyes,\ncreations of simple words, dipped in red blood,\ntinted by the golden sun, formed and shaped\nby hands who know the labors and pains of\nmillions scented with good-will towards every-\nbody and emitted with pure love 25\nNo.\n13. Teaspoons and Violet Leaves, by Guido Bruno $I*.oo\n14. The Tragedy in the Birdhouse, by Guido Bruno .50\n15. Exotics, by John W. Draper\nIt lay a luscious yellow band\nCreaming upon umbrageous green\nThe spray was satin to the hand;\nAnd to the eye a topaz bright,\nAnd dazzling as the noonday sand.\nFrom\"The Yellow Orchid\"\n.25\n16. Imagists, by Richard Aldington\nOne of the original group of the English\nImagists tells about Imagism and its aims.\nThis paper deals a severe blow to all imita-\ntors and producers of vers libre who think\nthemselves poets of the \"new group\" because\nthey don't write in rhyme......\n17. Lord Alfred Douglas—Salome: A Critique,\nthe Beauty of Unpunctuality: an Essay and\nThree Poems\nThere was a time when Lord Alfred Douglas\nwould have laughed at the idea that he would\nwrite a book explaining away his friendship\nwith Oscar Wilde. As editor of \"The Spirit\nLamp,\" a magazine published by James\nThornton, High Street, Oxford, and edited by\nLord Alfred Douglas, he seemed to be a\ndiligent imitator of his friend Oscar. He\nimitated his style in prose and in poetry.\nWhenever he received a contribution from\nOscar Wilde it was the main and leading\nfeature of the issue\n.25\n18. Sadakichi Hartmann-\na Dream?\n-Permanent Peace: Is it\n19. Charles Kains-Jackson—John Addington Sy-\nmonds A Portrait\nThe life-long friend of the English poet\ngives a vivid picture of the personality and\nlife and life-work of Symonds. This essay\nwritten a few days after the death of Sy-\nmonds, on the 19th of April, 1893, and was\nfirst published in the Quarto, a since forgotten\nliterary periodical of England, in 1897\n20. Djuna Barnes—The Book of Repulsive Wo-\nmen—Rhythms and 5 Drawings\n21. Edna W. Underwood—The Book of the White\nPeacocks\n22. H. Thompson Rich — Lumps of Clay—l 6\nRhythms\n23. D. Molby — Hippopotamus Tails —28 Every-\nday Musings\n24. H.Thompson Rich—The Red Shame—17 War\nPoems\n25. Theodor Schroeder, Erothogenesis of Reli-\ngion, a bibliography\n26. Sadakichi Hartmann, My Rubayat\nAccompany each order with Cheque, small amounts, one-cent stamps\nBRUNO'S WEEKLY\n58 WASHINGTON SQUARE, N. Y. C."}]}