{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_sha256": "840e286cd18dab6e7bd5f10445ea41283a4e44cb6380246da0c3ac6499bba396", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/11/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/11/22_01/bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.2", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 45, "fin_caractere_exclue": 189, "texte": "The Contents Include:\nFrank Harris* \"The Bomb\"\nThe Kingdoms of Poland and Bohemia\nThe Diary of a German Journalist\nOur Village as Seen by Cesare"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1204]", "page_fin": "[1204]", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "The greai error of politicians is old fancy of Solon, who", "titre_sommaire": "The greai error of politicians is old fancy of Solon, who", "signature_source": "Leigh Hunt", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1204]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 106, "fin_caractere_exclue": 860, "texte": "Leigh Hunt.\nThe greai error of politicians is old fancy of Solon, who\ninsisted that it was infamous for a citizen to be of no party, and\nendeavored by a lavo to make the Athenians hypocrites. This\nconcept not only destroys every idea of meditation between two\nparties; but does not even suppose that both may be wrong. Yet\nall history may convince us that he who resolutely professes\nhimself attached to any party is in danger of yielding to every\nextreme for the mere reputation of his opinion; he will argue\nfor the most manifest errors of this or that statesman, because\nhe has hitherto agreed with him—an obstinacy as stupid as if a\npedestrian were to express h s sat sfaction with a tempest at\nniqlit, because he had enjoyed sunshine in the morning."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1204]", "page_fin": "1205", "image_debut": 2, "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Kingdoms of Poland and Bohemia", "titre_sommaire": "Kingdoms of Poland and Bohemia", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1204]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 862, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7855, "texte": "Kingdoms of Poland and Bohemia\n\n(/ wrote this article a few weeks after the outbreak of the\nwar and it was published in the Sunday magazine of the New\nYork Press. IVhat came true for Poland will come true for\nBohemia.)\n\\yiLL there be again an independent kingdom of Poland?\nWill the ancient bulwark of Occidental Christendom\nagainst the- barbaric and heathenish Orient arise to new splen-\ndor under a king of its own choice?\nShall the title King of Bohemia, now one of the many appela-\ntions which the Emperor of Austria s'~ffi\"es to his name, have\nagain its old meaning: Crowned ruler of the Bohemians? Will\nche ancient sovereign kingdom of Bohemia cease to be a pro-\nvince of Cis-Lithanic Austria and regain its national indepen-\ndence and its freedom?\nThe Bohemian and Polish regiments fighting in the trenches\nof the Austrian, the German and the Russian armies believe so.\nThe men that are at home directing the administrations of their\ncountries are confident that a final decision of the present strug-\ngle will mean a new long-hoped-for political birth of Poland\nand Bohemia; political exiles of both countries, men who had\nnot submitted to the prevailing conditions, but had preferred\nto live the life of foreigners in a foreign country, are full of\nenthusiasm, full of hope that the time has come when they shall\nreturn to their beloved fatherland, to their ancient homes, to\nbe the first among the subjects of a newly liberated country,\nswearing allegiance to their independent ruler.\nNo matter whether the allies are victorious, dictating peace\nconditions to Germany and Austria, or whether the Austro-\nGerman forces gain the upper hand, Poland and Bohemia will\nand must be the winners. The knowledge of this fact, im-\npressed upon the minds of the Slavic soldiers by the national\npropaganda leagues, made them good and willing soldiers, pre-\nvented the so-much-talked-of mutinies in German and Russian\nPoland anJ made them enthusiastic fighters under the standard\nof Austria-Germany, as well as of Russia and France.\nNot little was the astonishment throughout the world during\nthose weeks in which the operations took place on the Polish\nborder between Russia and Germany that Poles in German\nuniforms fought Poles carrying Russian arms, and evidently\nwithout much resistance on their part. Mutinies en masse had\nbeen prophesied—nothing happened. The Poles kept their oath\nof allegiance to their respective governments, and submergd\ntheir personal feelings in the one great idea: To gain political\nand national liberty as a natural consequence of the great\nevents in progress, and foretold long ago by their political\nleaders.\nThey Often Have Revolted\nVery often the Poles and Bohemians have tried to regain\ntheir national liberty. Revolutions against the governments of\nAustria and Germany and Russia were suppressed innumerable\ntimes. There was not a year in which revolutionary move-\nments wer*. not detected and the leaders imprisoned or exiled.\nBut never before was personal ambition and a desire to elevate\nthis or that prsonality to the highest human honors less the\nmotive than at the present time.\nOf coursc, there are claimants to the crown of Poland. The\nname of th< man who is a descendant of the Jagellones, whose\nname is inscribed in golden letters on the history of Poland,\nwho is related to all the crowned heads of Europe, is in the\nof all. But national independence and a democratic\nspirit never known before in the revolutionary movements of\nthe country are prevailing among the masses of the population,\nas well as among the old nobility.\nEver since the institution of the electoral kingdom, during\nthe entire eighteenth century, up until the death of the last\nelected King of Poland and the division and distribution of his\ncountry in the year 1830, two chief influences have tried to gain\npredominance in political rnd administrative matters in the\nkingdom. France and Austria have played their diplomatic\ncards gain as foothold as ever they could in the rich\nand highly cultivated country.\nIt was the father of the present claimpnt to the of\nPoland, Ad\"m, eleventh Prince Czartoryski, D'ike of Klewan,\nwho, dissatisfied with Austrian diplomacy, emigrated in about\nthe year ISO'I to Russia.\nAfter the fall of the kingdom the Polish nobles emigrated\npartlv to France and Austria, partly to Russia. All the Peles\naimed at the restoration of their independent kingdom. Those\nin Russin, known as placed their faith in promises\ngiven them by Russia, while the placed the same\nconfidence in the Austrian politics. They dread Russian des-\npotism, while Austria, not trying to submerge their Polish\nnational feeling, granted them extensive rights and privileges.\nBut the Polish language was rfficially abolished in the Aus-\ntrian provinces that had been incorporated into the German\nEmpire. The aim of the German Government was to kill in\nthe children a national spirit that might lead a new generation\nto rise up against the German oppressor. Austria, with its\nmany other Slavic nations, left them their language, and, at\ntimes, to a certain extent, their national liberty. A prince royal\nwas sent to Cracow, being educated as a Pole among Poles,\nand his eventual election in case the Polish empire could be\nresurrected was an open secret.\nB?it aoovc all, Russians and Germans proved themselves en-\ntirely intolerant in religious matters. The Poles have defended\nChristianity against Oriental invasions since time immemorial.\nPolish missonaries Christianized Prussia, and so Prussia was\ndrawn naturally to Catholic Austria and its Emperor, who\nproudly calls himself \"Apostolic Majesty and Defender of the\nFaith.\"\nHad Faith in Austria\nThat national independence could and would be established\nby Austria was the belief of all, as is shown clearly by the\nfriendly relations of the Polish Legion and the Austrian Gov-\nernment. 1 his Polish Legion was a national body organized\nby all classes of the Polish population to defend their national\nspirit and religious freedom against Russia, but which was just\nas willing tc turn against Germany. The promises of Ger-\nmany, especially during the present war, did not make any\nimpression upon the minds of Polish patriots. They had not\nforgotten what Bismarck had said on the occasion of discussing\nthe restoration of Poland with the Russian Czar: \"A free\nPoland would be a strong French army at the Weichsel.\" The\nrise of Germany, as a world-power dates back to the last day\nof Poland's independence. The loss of the Polish provinces at\nthe present time would be more disastrous to Germany's posi-\ntion on the European continent than the loss of Alsace-Lor-\nraine.\nGreat were the hopes of Polish patriots during the first\nstruggles in the Balkans a few months ago, as Austrian troops\noccupied Belgrade and were victorious all along the lines.\nAustria seems to have come to a standstill in the war. The\ndeath of the aged Emperor, which may occur any day, will\nturn his monarchy into a boiling pot of dissatisfied nations, and"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1205", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8158, "texte": "a war of rebellion, suppressed artificially for almost sixty years,\nmight necessitate a quick peace treaty with the belligerent na-\ntions.\nThe Poles are aware of all this, and the 25,000,000 inhab-\nitants of the ancient Polish kingdom feel that Russia, Germany\nand England will have to grant them national independence in\norder to establish a buffer state.\nThey will hail enthusiastically Adam Louis, the twelfth\nPrince Czartoriski, as their king. His family relations will\ngrant them the good will of all the other empires of Europe.\nHis mother was a princess of Bourbon Orleans; he is a close\nrelative of the King of Spain, and he is related by marriage to\nthe reigning house of the chief monarchies of Europe. He has\nlarge estates in Russia, in France, in Germany and in Austria.\nHe is a soldier and a true Pole, who wears the picturesque\nnational costume at the courts of other nations. His home in\nParis, the Palais Lambert, was for 150 years the Polish political\ncentre.\nWhile 2,000,000 Poles are fighting as German, Russian\nand Austrian soldiers and French volunteers; while their\ncountry is worse devastated than so-much-pitied Belgium;\nwhile all other Poles look eagerly to a happy future in\ntheir re-united, newly-restored \"Holy Kingdom,\" those men who\nconstitute the National Committee, those who plotted and\nworked for national independence, are resigned to the inevitable\nnew fate of Poland, to be a Slavic Ireland on the continent of\nEurope.\nThe Story of Bohemia\nHigh up on the mountain upon whose side is situated the\n\"Old City\" Prance, with its many castles and palaces belonging\nto the oldest families of Europe, who have given kings to coun-\ntries and furnished wives to emperors and monarchs, stands\nan old building of great length, with Gothic windows and many\noddly shaped letters. From here one can overlook that beautiful\nand rich country, Bohemia, whose soil is blest with all the\nnatural resources needed by its population.\nOnly once a year are the shutters before the windows thrown\nopen and the great, heavy doors unbarred. On the first of\nMarch of each year the Bohemian nobles and representatives\nof the puliation at large that constitute the so-called \"Repeal\nParty\" assemble in their national costumes to demand solemnly\nfrom Emperor Francis Joseph that he submit to his coronation\nas a of Bohemia, and to protest against the constant vio-\nlation o* their national constitution, regranted them through an\nimperial edict in the year 1871. Just as solemnly as they enter\nthe building of the country and tell their constituents and fol-\nlowers that the spirit of unbroken national independence still\nis alive, and to declare anew that the time will come when they\nwill assemble in the veneralle Cathedral of to\ncrown their King with the paraphernalia of the holy Vaclav,\ntheir King and patron saint. It is this political party which\nworked for almost seventy years in the most ardent and un-\nselfish way for the national independence of the Bohemian peo-\nple, which wron one victory after the other, which restored\nlanguage and national rights to the greater part of Bohemia,\nand which sees in the present war the long-hoped-for chance\nand means to establish unquestionably and irrevocably the na-\ntional kingdom.\nAs in Poland, personal claimants for the kingdom stand in\nthe background. It might be a prince of the House of Haps-\nburg, chosen to be the successor of Francis Joseph, or the scion\nof one of Bohemia's noble families; it might be a Prince\nLobkowitz 01 a Czermin.\nSince the death of Louis Jagellon during the battle of Mohacz,\n1526, the Bohemians have accepted a prince of the House of\nHapsburg as king. The Thirty Years' War brought devasta-\ntion to the country and with it German aristocrats, German in-\nfluence. German settlers took possession of the land, used the\npauperized Bohemians as workers of the soil, and succeeded\nduring a period of 200 years in making them forget their own\nnationality.\nThe people whose princes had been the leaders in the mental\nuplift of Europe's highest cultivated nations; the people which\nhad the Bible in its language long before Luther gave Germany\nand befon King James gave England the Scriptures; the race\nwhich had followed Huss in his endeavors for religious free-\ndom, believed what their German oppressors told them. They\nwere ashamed to be Bohemians; they neglected their own lan-\nguage, and until the first decades of the nineteenth century it\nlooked very much as if the Bohemian tongue would die.\nUnique in the history of nations is the restoration of national\nideals in Bohemia. It was the work of a historian, the honored\nPalacky, a statesman and leader of his nation, to bring back\nto memory the national importance of Bohemia. It was shortly\nafter the year 1848 that he proved not only to his own people\nbut to the entire world that Bohemia had a language, a highly\ncultivated language; that Bohemia had a literature, and a right\nto national liberty and independence.\nIn those days it was considered a political crime to confess\nto Bohemian nationality, to speak Bohemian in public places or\non the street, A system of police surveillance was strictly kept\nup by the imperial Government in Vienna; and to be known as\na Bohemian sympathizer meant social and often financial ruin.\nAnd even to-day are the electoral laws such that 3,000,000\nGermans are enabled to elect fifty-three Deputies to Parliament,\nwhile 5,000,000 Bohemians can elect only fifty. It was a clever\nidea to have the voting population state their language and not\ntheir nationality. Many thousands of voters who are in the\nemploy of the Government or of German interests and have to\nuse the German language, in spite of their Bohemian nation-\nality, in this way are counted officially as Germans.\nUprisings Annual Affairs\nRevolutions and uprisings occurred every year. The Bo-\nhemians had clever leaders. They insisted upon the acceptance\nof the Bohemian language as a national language, and they\nsucceeded in the course of sixty years. In the year 1868 Bo-\nhemia's sovereignty under the Hapsburg rule was officially\ndeclared. The sad experiences of Austria during the Prussian\ncampaigns in 1866 showed clearly that the police ministry had\nbeen a failure. The Bohemians had refused for a score of years\nto attend the Diet in Prague, and very seldom sent Deputies to\nthe Parliament in Vienna. Shortly after the outbreak of the\nFranco-Prussian war Count Hohenwart, one of the ablest\nPrime Ministers the Hapsburg Empire ever had, took up new\nnegotiations with the Bohemians. He followed a policy friendly\nto their national endeavors, and September 14 of the same year\nsucceeded in inducing the Bohemians to take their seats in the\nDiet in Pi ague.\nAnd great was the joy of the Bohemian nation as a message\nof the sovereign was read in which there was promised a spe-\ncial representative, a Prince of the House of Hapsburg, to rule\nBohemia, responsible to the Parliament at Prague; that Bo-\nhemian would be the national language and the old constitution\nregranted.\nTo show his good faith, Emperor Francis Joseph, \"in consid-\neration of the former constitutional position of Bohemia, and\nremembering the power and glory which its crown had given\nto his ancestors and the constant fidelity of the population,\ngladly recognized the rights of the Kingdom of Bohemia and\nwas willing to confirm this assurance by taking the coronation\noath.\"\nNearly forty-five years elapsed. Francis Joseph never made\nhis promise good. But the \"Repeal Party\" reminded him faith-\nfully every year of his promise. Too much did the population\nof Bohemia love their uncrowned King, who spoke the Bohemi-\nan language fluently and had shown them innumerable proofs\nof his good-will and his kindness, to rebel -against his person.\nBohemia to-day really is Bohemia. A distinctive literature\nhas developed, a university has been erected, and high national\nspirit has been created among the population.\nThe days of the old Emperor are numbered. His death will\nnecessitate the crowning of a new King. The time seems to\nbe near when Bohemia's national ambitions will be realized.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1205", "page_fin": "1206", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "Pages from a Diary of Hans Friedrich, a German journalist and author of several books", "titre_sommaire": "Pages from a Diary of Hans Friedrich, a German journalist and author of several books", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1205", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 8160, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8593, "texte": "Hunger\nPages from a Diary of Hans Friedrich, a German journalist\nand author of several books\nDecember Ist, 1915.\nYODAY I cheated the dog of my landlady. She had to go out\nand she asked me to buy meat for him at the butcher's.\nThe brute is overfed. He ate only half of his bologna. I am\nnot overfed I ate the other half. I felt no remorse. Can not\na much smaller animal get along on six pfennig if a human\nbeing has to do with twelve?"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1206", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2821, "texte": "Is this demoralization the steady companion of the needy?\nI see terrible perspectives: a thief — a murderer. Oh, no,\nnonsense. It is just the healthy desire to sustain one's self.\nWe are growing very simple. We are returning again to our\nmost elemental instincts.\nDecember 3rd, 1915.\nAll connections with life seem to be disbanded. One has no\nmore debts because no one lends anyone money. One has no\nmore worries and only everyday one great puzzle: one is still\nalive!\nOne's soul awakens again after it has slumbered for months.\nBut one's soul is far above everyday life. It paces through the\nfuture. Perhaps we adhere always to the things nearest to us\nbecause we were all living comfortably and happily. Now there\narises in us the desire to lift ourselves high above everything;\nto aspire to the highest, almost forgotten for years. Something\nhas been born in us that seems so big. It is without earthly\nboundaries: to storm the heavens.\nI used to read books in order to write reviews of them or to\ntalk about them with others. I have read many. Now I am\nreading very few because I have to sit still to read, and then I\nam freezing. But my relation to books has changed entirely.\nI ask something from them. In previous years I seem to have\nbeen here because of them; in order to interpret them, to defend\nthem or to fight them. Now they seem to be here because of\nmyself. And they give. I am ready to receive. \"Come all ye\nwho are weary and heavy-laden!\" I am again like a boy—so\nhappy. Again 1 feel hunger for a book. How long since I\nhave been hungry for books—because I have had so many to\nread.\nNow I do not need to read any .... only my heart forces\nme to. Curious times! You too have happiness in store even\nfor those wh«? have to remain at home—for us who are superflu-\nous—for us who have to wait.\n* * * *\nMarch.\nThis March is different from any other. The trees stand\ndark and wet, but their buds are swelling, the storm hurries\nover the naked fields and we are happy that we have all this,\nthat we have it far behind the firing lines.\nThis March is different from any other. It promises richer\nharvests. Harvests whose seeds are sown in sweat and in\nblood, in frost and in hunger. And we clench our hands and\nbecome harder and a little thinner, we clench to fists our hands\non whose fingers no longer glitter jewels and precious stones.\nWe are determined to wish to retain what fate, a relentless\nbut a future-promising fate, decrees to us.\nWe have been satisfied, too satisfied.\nWe have learned how to hunger.\nWe have been comfortable, too comfortable.\nWe have learned how to freeze and how to starve.\nWe want to make a place for ourselves upon this earth.\nGermany has many who wish to work who have a right to\nwork.\nOur German soul is hungry .... hungry, to conquer\nsouls.\n(To be continued.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1206", "page_fin": "1206", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "Eternity", "titre_sommaire": "Eternity", "signature_source": "c", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1206", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2823, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3319, "texte": "Eternity\nc.\nTTIHI dreams we weave we never lose,\nThe hopes we have will always live;\nThe*e is no death—for we can choose\nThe life beyond.\nThe universe records our choice,\nIts booh of life contains our faith,\nThough spoken by no human voice\nOur cry is heard.\nThe atoms of the world record\nOur thoughts, as well as our acts;\nThere is no power of man or god\nCan blot them out.\nOur dreams and hopes will never die,\nThe spirit has the right to choose,\nOut thoughts are held by earth and sky\nIn memory."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1206", "page_fin": "1206", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "IT is night. The wind howls and rattles at my door. The", "titre_sommaire": "IT is night. The wind howls and rattles at my door. The", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1206", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 3321, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4505, "texte": "Guido Bruno.\nIT is night. The wind howls and rattles at my door. The\nlock creaks and the wood squeaks. The wind wants to\nwheeze into my ears: \"You have betrayed your friend and you\nhave cheated his betrothed.\"\nAnd the moon is searching for me with its ghost-like light\nand I draw the shade. I know what it wants : \"I just saw\nyour old mother crying on her pillows, crying away her sorrows\nand her griefs.\"\nAnd I closed the shutters; soon the sun will come with its\nclear impertinent rays: \"You have stolen from your father\nhope and honor and he died, and I saw him cursing you on his\ndeathbed.\"\nThere is the whiskey bottle at a little table next to my bed\nlaughing at me, temptingly, invitingly, \"Come, drink, drink\noblivion,\" and I give it a kick and smash it into a thousand\npieces. I don't want to forget.\nAnd the looking-glass seems to look at me pityingly: \"I\nalways showed you the truth, but you didn't want to see.\" I\nturn it to the wall. I don't want pity.\nHard over there, on the bureau, the gun gleams at me:\n\"Come, I do understand you, I do love you, I do pity you and\nI will redeem you.\"\nTears streamed down my cheeks and I did not shoot myself.\nJanuary 2.4, 1908, 3 a. m."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1206", "page_fin": "1206", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "A Fable of Colleges", "titre_sommaire": "A Fable of Colleges", "signature_source": "Ellis O. Jones", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1206", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 4507, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7452, "texte": "A Fable of Colleges\nEllis O. Jones.\n(\")NCE upon a time in the land of the Awlrites, there lived a\nVery Respectable Couple who had a Son and a Daughter.\nAs this Couple had descended from a long line of ancestors who\nhad always been Very Respectable, it was natural for them to\nwish their children to be the same way.\nAccordingly when the Son, who was the older of the two,\ngrew up, the} looked carefully over the field of colleges, picked\nout the snobbiest one they could find and entered him. The\nresult met their most optimistic expectations. At the end of\neach term, the Son came home more and more Respectable,\nmore and more Snobbish and more and more contemptuous of\neverybody who wasn't in his set or whose ancestors had not\ndwelt in\"the land of the Awlrites the same length of time as\nhis own.\nThe Very Respectable Couple were delighted and so, when\nthe time came? to consider the education of Daughter in order\nthat she too might become Very Respectable, they spoke to each\nother after the following fashion: If a college education has\nhad such a satisfactory effect upon our Son, why wouldn't it be\nequall) advantageous for our Daughter?\" that it\nwould, they immediately set to work to find the snobbiest col-\nlege for girls that the country afforded.\nIn this case, however, their expectations were totally upset.\nTheir Daughter arrived home after each term more and more\nunlike what they desired her to be. Whereas they had wanted\nher to be modest, retiring, home-loving clinging vine, possessed\nof a smattering of many accomplishments of which she made\nno use, they were horror-stricken to see that she was developing\na marked individuality, a strong independence of thought and\naction and a desire rather to go out into the world and make\nher own living than to sit patiently in the chimney corner\nwaiting for a husband.\nThe Very Respectable Couple spent many unhappy hours\nwondering what to do about the matter and at length as a last\nresort, they journeyed out to a certain Middle Class Suburb\nwhere there was a Soothsayer who was said to have ideas.\n\"Why is it,\" they asked, \"that a college Education should have\nsuch a satisfactory effect upon our Son and exactly the opposite\neffect upon our Daughter?\"\nThe Soothsayer, after pondering an appropriate length of\ntime, delivered his verdict in this wise: \"Colleges for men are\nthe established conventional thing. Consequently they turn out\na conventional product. Colleges for women, on the other hand,\nare the relatively new and unconventional thing which of\ncourse makes their product unconventional. You should have\nselected a Finishing School for your Daughter. Finishing\nSchools are nothing if not Very Respectable.\"\n\"Why certainly,\" agreed the Very Respectable Couple. \"How\nstupid of us not to have thought of that. We must go and pick\nout a good Finishing School at once.\"\n\"Alas, it is too late,\" declared the Soothsayer. \"A girl who\nhas been Educated can never be Finished.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1207", "page_fin": "1207", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Our Village as Seen by Cesare: 1 Serious Thinkers in the Brevoort", "titre_sommaire": "Our Village as Seen by Cesare: 1 Serious Thinkers in the Brevoort", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1207", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 81, "texte": "Our Village as Seen by Cesare: 1 Serious Thinkers in the Brevoort"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1208", "page_fin": "1209", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Frank Harris' \"The Bomb\"", "titre_sommaire": "Frank Harris' \"The Bomb\"", "signature_source": "Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1208", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8346, "texte": "Frank Harris' \"The Bomb\"\n\n/~)NE of those mysterious coincidences that happen in almost\neverybody's life played into my hands on the very same\nday Alexander Berkman's weekly, \"The Blast,\" and\"The\nBomb,\" a book by Frank Harris published 1914 by Mitchell\nKennerly The Blast, edited by Emma Goldman's lieutenant in\nSan Francisco contained in this issue the pictures of the \"mar-\ntyrs\" of the Chicago Haymarket tragedy and a few words of\nreminiscences written by some contemporaries of the executed\nmen.\nThe Haymarket incident is the one big memory in the career\nof Chicago's older police officers. Often have I sat in the\noffices of Hermann Schuettler, assistant chief of the Chicago\nPolice, and have listened to his versions of labor's vigorous\nprotest against police supervision; the hatred of the policeman\nhad long ago vanished from the big heart of the man. Mem-\nories from the battlefield contain always some recollection of\nthe foe's bravery.\nThe \"anarchists\" under the leadership of Emma Goldman\ncelebrate ostentatiously each year the 11th day of November,\neulogizing those victims of a great Ideal; Emma Goldman and\nher adherents feel instinctively the sacredness of a martyred\nsaint; she who denounces state and religion, tradition and time\nhonored ceremonies plays gladly on this day high priestess at\nthe sanctuary of innocent men who had to give their lives be-\nfore better times dawned for the workingman in Chicago and\neverywhere else in our Union.\nBut there are others than spectacular banner-bearers of the\nself-styled anarchists: quiet men who live in obscure flats, who\nwork from morning until night in dingy workshops, men who\nhave grown old and kind and who stop on the 11th of Novem-\nber each year for once their daily routine and send their loving\nthoughts back to their youthful years of passionate ideals and\ndreams; men who knew Parsons and Engel, and Lingg and\nSchwab. Who knew these men branded as criminals by con-\ntemporaries, hung as foes of the Commonwealth, who knew\nthem to bo pure in their hearts, kind to fellowmen with one big\nlove for suffering wronged humanity.\nThey too had been contemporaries of the Haymarket tragedy.\nThey had gone to all parts of the country and had carried to\ntheir new places of habitation loving memories of those men\nwho had been the sacrifice offered for the coming of a better\nera.\nI know one man in New York who knew the executed men\nall intimately, perhaps better than anybody else living. As he\nhad been their daily companion for years before their death.\nHe speaks of them as of those dearest loved.\nI have often heard Mrs. Parsons talk of the life and the last\ndays of her husband in Newberry Park, Chicago, right in front\nof the portals of the Newberry Library while her son was\nexhibiting the picture of his father to the crowds that had as-\nsembled quickly. Policemen do not interfere with her meetings\nand do net even prohibit her sale of the book she wrote, an\naccount of Parsons' life.\nA loud and boisterous celebration of professional agitators\ndid not impress me but the unimpassioned heart to heart talk\nwith dozens of men, of contemporaries of the executed strivers\nfor workingmen's rights. All these told me of the great wrong\nthat must have been committed by a prepossessed minority of\npotentialities to a majority in Chicago, to its laborers, in the\nname of Justice.\nThe master pen of Frank Harris immortalized in this case\nas in many other instances the innocent victims of prejudice\nand of power. His book \"The Bomb\" that came to me so many\nyears after it had been written and by a strange coincidence\non the 11th of November, erected an eternal monument for\nthese men who had to die because they aimed at equality among\nmen, because they fought against class distinction, against na-\ntional hatred, and against the greediness of citizens who abused\nfor their own purposes newly arrived immigrants, helpless in\ntheir lack of knowledge of English. They had to be the vic-\ntims of this very same hatred.\nFrank Harris felt and feels always with his almost super-\nhuman intuition where innocence suffers, when law is being\nmisinterpreted, when freedom of mind and of body is being\ntrampled upon.\nIn faraway England he had read the accounts of the Hay-\nmarket riots, distorted by a press only too ready to join the\nchoir of th-' mighty, the rich and the powerful.\nHe knows how to read between the lines.\nWhenever there is a Golgotha somewhere in the world being\nprepared foi a man, Frank Harris with his soul of a prophet\nand his heart of a man feels called upon.\nIt is he who gave the world the man Shakespeare. He\nbrought near to our hearts and to our homes so many men he\nhad met, whom the world had ignored and had granted them\nhonor only after lives of suffering and deaths of despair.\nHe us Oscar Wilde's Life—a life so big that once more\na man's work seemed unimportant compared with the life he\nhas lived.\nIt Is Not What We Do But What We Are\nThis must be the only maxim guiding Frank Harris through\nthe labyrinth of lives and hearts of men, whom he has known\nface to fact and of others whom he understood years after they\nhad left for the Great Beyond.\nAt the time of the trial of these \"anarchists\" of Chicago he\ndecided to see with his own eyes whenever he could have the\nchance. Twenty years later he found himself in Chicago. His\nmemory cf the tragic days was still fresh and Frank Harris\nwent after the facts.\nIt is a revelation to observe Frank Harris as he is going after\nfacts. He is the thinker who is a born fighter. He has the\nwill power of the strongest and the endurance of the most pa-\ntient of men. The fearless philosopher who knows the origin of\nall things sees also the logical end. He walks with linked arms\nwith the inevitable and finally he will reach the truth as nearly\nas earthly limitations will permit.\n\"The Bomb\" is a story such as none other was ever written\nabout American life as it is. Should there ever be a book called\n\"the American novel,\" \"The Bomb\" is and will remain the just\nclaimant to this title sought after so long now by pretenders\nfrom out of many camps.\nLouis Lingg and Rudolph Schnaubelt are the chief characters\nof the book. Both are Germans: the representatives of the two\nforemost types of German men, misinterpreted today as well as\ntwenty years ago. So simple are they that they cannot be un-\nderstood by their too complicated contemporaries; so sincere and\ntrue that they were and would be taken for quite the contrary.\nSchnaubelt is the idealist. The doubter who accepts stand-\nards set bv his fell .wmen, who rpes his very own way but al-\nways tries to please others. He is proud—but not so above\nconventionalities as to abandon conventionalities. The spirit of\n1848 is in his heart. Educated in Germany's gymnasiums an<3\nUniversity, a born writer, he arrives in America and goes the\nway so many thousands of others went; who perished and suc-\nceeded, went down and were never heard of or made their way\nand became the shining stars on our best Sunday firmament.\nHe went the way of a Carl Schurz.\nHe worked with shovel and pick. He met men as they are—\nhe met the real American: the cosmopolitan who lost the nar-\nrow glories of national and of racial pride and who passed\ninto the blessedness of love of man and of brotherhood of the\nuniverse.\nFrank Harris calls it\"the approaching kingdom of men on\nearth.\"\nSchnaubclt is the German who has beautiful emotions in\nabundance: neighborly love, passion for one woman, compas-\nsion for fellowmen, ambition for himself. A healthy egotism\ncompels him to seek after comforts and after the best this world\ncan give.\nBut unknown to himself buried by all the important elements,\nthe companions of his daily striving for earthly goods is the\ngreat characteristic of the German: his unbounded desire for\nfreedom, indignation, rising whenever he sees other humans\ninhumanly treated, an indignation that rises to the Furor Teuto-\nnicus if he sees the knout on his fellowman's neck brought down\nby a merciless slavedriver.\nThe German is capable of an almost unbelievable self-denial\nif it means the achievement of a big thing, especially if it be\nan abstract 01 ideal, or a protest against otherwise unchange-\nable accepted conditions.\nThen all achievements of a lifetime are scattered to pieces,\nunmourned or even unnoticed. Worldly possessions, the love"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1209", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7716, "texte": "for the one woman, one's future life is laid down upon the altar\nas a sacrifice.\nNo big words. No theatrically staged grand stands.\nHe simply gives. And the one who receives—and this seems\nas miraculous as the sacrifice itself—always knows the value\nof the gift.\nAnd takes as it is given. Simply and bravely. The man who\nlays down his own life accepts the lives of others as seeming\ncontributions toward the one big end.\nSchnaubelt, I say, is the one representative type of the aver-\nage German.\nHe sacrifices exultantly and dignifiedly everything, every-\nthing: Then he throws the first bomb that causes the great\ncatastrophe—all the time acting under orders. First of all he\nconsiders carefully the cause, the end to be achieved. He makes\nup his mind that he wants to be instrumental in bringing about\nthis end. He meets the man who seems to know the means to\nthis end. He finds in him a man he honors and loves. Trust\nis established.\nHe joins the Cause. He is willing to be one of the means\ntowards th? end.\nSelf-denial is victory after a hard and gruesome battle fought\nin one's hr-srt. The immediate members of one's own small\ncircle must be wounded, even though they be big enough to rise\nto the situation. After the Gethsemane comes the Calvary.\nSchnaubelt resigns from his ambitions. He gives up the work\nthat is daily bringing him nearer to pecuniary freedom, to his\ndearest dream* a home with Elsie. He, one of the kindest, one\nwho could not hurt a man even with words, will throw a bomb\nthat may kill thousands.\nHe will throw it at the command of Lingg.\nGermans are either masters or obedient servants.\nSchnaubelt is a servant. In Lingg he recognizes the master.\nHe threw the bomb. His whole life seems to have had its\npurpose.\nBlindly now he obeys his master. He follows him like a child\nout of the crowrds to the depot. In the coach he breaks down\nmentally and physically—but he obeys his master. The mas-\nter's words are with him even after he has crossed the ocean\nto the safety of England.\n\"Write the true story of the Chicago tragedy,\" is the mas-\nter's last command.\nThe world with its craving for sensationally theatrical brav-\nery would have applauded Schnaubelt if he had followed his\noften almost maddening instincts, to go back to Chicago, to give\nhimself up to the authorities, to walk into the courtroom and\ntell judges and jury: \"All these men are innocent. There is\nLingg! He made the bomb and here am I, who threw it!\"\nHis self denial!\nHow much harder must it have been for the exiled man to\nobey the master's command than it would have been to ascend\nwith him the gallows—to die with him!\nAnd Lingg!\nFrank Harris understands this German as he has so many\nother people whom he gave newly born to the world.\nLingg represents the other type of the average German :\nquiet, kind, studious; unconfiding. He knows what he wants.\nHe knows there are two ways to get it. At first he tries per-\nsuasion, education. He tries to evoke love with love. He tries\nto move men through their finest instincts.\nHe fails.\nBrute strength, the power of an unjust tyranny are the weap-\nons used by his unjust adversaries.\nLingg does not speak and does not implore any longer. He\nhas realized that words will remain shallow. He considers\nmore and more seriously the other way to his final goal.\nThe achievements of science in the hands of strong invincible\ndetermination must conquer brutal forces of unjust oppressors\nand unfair grafters.\nHe abstains from grandstand pleas. The world, its opinions\nand sympathies are naught to him.\nHere is his path—there is his goal.\nObstinate masses, to their very own hurt, are obstacles in\nhis path. But for them he could reach his goal. They must\nbe removed.\nHe proceeds to remove them.\nNo personal gain in view. Death is almost certain. If he\nsucceeds or if he fails—but his great cause is eternal:\nA better life among better people, love where there is hat-\nred, a universal brotherhood where has been professed goodwill\namong their own clan only, among their own nation or their\nown race-\nFrank Harris has made this man Lingg immortal.\nWe see Lingg's bigness and we see his logical faults; we see\nhis almost simple love of the average family man, and his\nutter disregard of persons and of his own self if it means to\ngain freedom for the world from slave-drivers.\nHe is the leader who serves his cause, who tells in clear\nwords what he wants; he throws into the faces of his judges\nand of his jury, portraits of their own characters that make\nthem tremble in their weak hearts.\nHere is Lingg's last speech after he had been found guilty\nand had been asked if he had anything to say as to why he\nshould not be hanged:\n\"I had intended to defend myself; but the trial has been so\nunfair, the conduct of it so disgraceful, the intent and purpose\nof it so clearly avowed that I will not waste words. Your\ncapitalist masters want blood; why keep them waiting?\n\" The rest of the accused have told you that they do not be-\nlieve in force. I may tell you that they have no business in\nthis dock with me. They are innocent, everyone of them; Ido\nnot pretend to be. I believe in force just as you do. That is\nmy justification. Force is the supreme arbiter in human affairs.\nYou have clubbed unarmed strikers, shot them down in your\nstreets, shot dov:n their women and their children. So long as\nyou do that, we who are anarchists will use explosives against\nyou.\n\"Don't comfort yourselves with the idea that we have lived\nand died in vain. The Haymarket bomb has stopped the bludge-\noninas and shootings of yoiir police for at least a generation.\nAnd that bomb is only the first, not the last. ...\n\"Now I have done. I despise you. I despise your society and\nits methods, your courts and your laws, your force - propped\nauthority. Han a me for it!\"\nThen Linger died by his own hand! One da} before his com-\nrades were condemned to mount the gallows. He was the\nleader in life, a few steps ahead of his soldiers, the first one\nin dangers that be encountered ; he is now the first one to\nvanish the dark depths where are striptW of bodies.\nThe high explosive he had the rdversaries of\nhis canse on his own body. His earthly form was torn\nto miserable shreds.\nLine's son! seemed to have thrown Lingg's contemptu-\no\"«lv at the of the cagers: the hangmen, the judges, the\njaJWs and the inrors.\nThe master had died. In a faraway country the disciple had\ncarried o\"t thf1 master's command.\nFrank given America its great novel. The spirit\nof the book is tmly American.\nIt desnises despotism and ininnitv with the vigor of the men\nwho their for freedom and independence from\nthe English their lasting inheritance to us.\nIt pictures the petty graft in labor circles as it prevails todav\nas well as a score of years ago. It pictures the attitude* of\nlaborer and of authoritv during strikes true todav as in 1885.\nIt gives us the significance of these martyrs for truth and\nfreedom as we never could gather it from professional agita-\ntors, who seem to have taken possession wholly of a legacy\nleft to our country.\nThe deaths of these men were not in vain. Our labor legis-\nlatures have reconciled the laborers for iniquities of past\nyears.\nFrank Harris has erected a monument to the pioneers for\nequality among American laborers; to the sacredness of human\nrights that has never been violated in America without vigor-\nous protest, a monument to the eternal contempt of brutality\nand despotism wherever the stars and stripes wave over the\nheads of man.\nThe sins of the fathers have been expiated by the sons.\nLove has proved mightier than hatred.\nFrank Harris preaches through the truth of his \"Bomb\" the\nnear approach of his \"kingdom of man on earth\" in America.\n\nGuido Bruno."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1209", "page_fin": "1209", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "There is nothing in the world more delightful than that", "titre_sommaire": "There is nothing in the world more delightful than that", "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": "1209", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 7718, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7961, "texte": "There is nothing in the world more delightful than that\nmiddle state in which we mentally balance at times, pos-\nsessed of the means, lured by the desire, and yet deterred\nby conscience or want of decision.\nTheodore Dreiser in \"Sister Carrie.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1210", "page_fin": "1210", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.12", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "1210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 294, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1178, "texte": "Bernard Shaw, the sincerest and most brutally frank\ncritic of English letters, wrote after reading Frank\nHarris' OSCAR WILDE'S LIFE AND CONFESSIONS\na profuse letter of appreciation to Frank Harris, and\nput his own reminiscences of Oscar Wilde, a story of\nthe length of thirty thousand words, at the author's\ndisposal.\nBernard Shaw closes his letter to Frank Harris:\nThis biography of yours has wiped out all other bio-\ngraphies.\nFrank Harris has only a very few copies left of the\ntwo editions of his book.\nBook collectors and admirers of o scar Wilde realized\nquickly the significance of the work and this book,\nonce out of print, will be counted among the priceless\ndreams of a book-lover.\nWrite for a prospectus and you may yet have a\nchance to buy it for the publisher's original price of\nten or twenty dollars respectively.\nBRUNO'S WEEKLY, Inc.\nNo. 10 Fifth Ave., New York, N. 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He hits mercilessly and he praises effusively. In\nthe appendix is an interesting collection of newspaper\ninterviews with Wilde.\nIt is a rare Wilde item, published by one of Wilde's oldest\nfriends and his bibliographer.\nOnly a few copies left which will be sent to those whose orders\nreach us at first for $1.00 postpaid.\nSCHULTE'S BOOK STORE\n132 E. 23rd Street\nNew York"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1210", "page_fin": "1210", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.18", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "1210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2990, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3339, "texte": "THE ONLY PRIVATE SCHOOL IN OUR VILLAGE\nMiss Cornelia Kingsland Barstow will re-open her school at\nTwenty-seven West Eleventh Street, on Thursday, October\n12th, for children between five and fourteen years of age.\nFIVE TEACHERS—ManuaI and Art Work—FRENCH.\nThere prevails a delightful atmosphere of the school-room\nin a private home.\nRates reasonable."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-11-22-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-11-22_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1210", "page_fin": "1210", "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=bmtnaaq19161122-01.2.19", "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": 8, "page_imprimee": "1210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3341, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4043, "texte": "14 Stories by Maupassant,\nFor 35 cents postpaid\nStories of the Tragedy and Comedy of Life, with\nan introduction by Paul Bourget. 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EDERHEIMER\nPRINT CABINET\n366 FIFTH AVE., NEW YORK\nOriginal Drawings by Old Masters\nALL APPRECIATIVE VISITORS CORDIALLY INVITED"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.1", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nTen Cents November 22d, 1916\n\nThe Contents Include:\nFrank Harris* \"The Bomb\"\nThe Kingdoms of Poland and Bohemia\nThe Diary of a German Journalist\nOur Village as Seen by Cesare"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1204]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno\nNo. 23.\nNOVEMBER 22d, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nLeigh Hunt.\nThe greai error of politicians is old fancy of Solon, who\ninsisted that it was infamous for a citizen to be of no party, and\nendeavored by a lavo to make the Athenians hypocrites. This\nconcept not only destroys every idea of meditation between two\nparties; but does not even suppose that both may be wrong. Yet\nall history may convince us that he who resolutely professes\nhimself attached to any party is in danger of yielding to every\nextreme for the mere reputation of his opinion; he will argue\nfor the most manifest errors of this or that statesman, because\nhe has hitherto agreed with him—an obstinacy as stupid as if a\npedestrian were to express h s sat sfaction with a tempest at\nniqlit, because he had enjoyed sunshine in the morning.\n\nKingdoms of Poland and Bohemia\n\n(/ wrote this article a few weeks after the outbreak of the\nwar and it was published in the Sunday magazine of the New\nYork Press. IVhat came true for Poland will come true for\nBohemia.)\n\\yiLL there be again an independent kingdom of Poland?\nWill the ancient bulwark of Occidental Christendom\nagainst the- barbaric and heathenish Orient arise to new splen-\ndor under a king of its own choice?\nShall the title King of Bohemia, now one of the many appela-\ntions which the Emperor of Austria s'~ffi\"es to his name, have\nagain its old meaning: Crowned ruler of the Bohemians? Will\nche ancient sovereign kingdom of Bohemia cease to be a pro-\nvince of Cis-Lithanic Austria and regain its national indepen-\ndence and its freedom?\nThe Bohemian and Polish regiments fighting in the trenches\nof the Austrian, the German and the Russian armies believe so.\nThe men that are at home directing the administrations of their\ncountries are confident that a final decision of the present strug-\ngle will mean a new long-hoped-for political birth of Poland\nand Bohemia; political exiles of both countries, men who had\nnot submitted to the prevailing conditions, but had preferred\nto live the life of foreigners in a foreign country, are full of\nenthusiasm, full of hope that the time has come when they shall\nreturn to their beloved fatherland, to their ancient homes, to\nbe the first among the subjects of a newly liberated country,\nswearing allegiance to their independent ruler.\nNo matter whether the allies are victorious, dictating peace\nconditions to Germany and Austria, or whether the Austro-\nGerman forces gain the upper hand, Poland and Bohemia will\nand must be the winners. The knowledge of this fact, im-\npressed upon the minds of the Slavic soldiers by the national\npropaganda leagues, made them good and willing soldiers, pre-\nvented the so-much-talked-of mutinies in German and Russian\nPoland anJ made them enthusiastic fighters under the standard\nof Austria-Germany, as well as of Russia and France.\nNot little was the astonishment throughout the world during\nthose weeks in which the operations took place on the Polish\nborder between Russia and Germany that Poles in German\nuniforms fought Poles carrying Russian arms, and evidently\nwithout much resistance on their part. Mutinies en masse had\nbeen prophesied—nothing happened. The Poles kept their oath\nof allegiance to their respective governments, and submergd\ntheir personal feelings in the one great idea: To gain political\nand national liberty as a natural consequence of the great\nevents in progress, and foretold long ago by their political\nleaders.\nThey Often Have Revolted\nVery often the Poles and Bohemians have tried to regain\ntheir national liberty. Revolutions against the governments of\nAustria and Germany and Russia were suppressed innumerable\ntimes. There was not a year in which revolutionary move-\nments wer*. not detected and the leaders imprisoned or exiled.\nBut never before was personal ambition and a desire to elevate\nthis or that prsonality to the highest human honors less the\nmotive than at the present time.\nOf coursc, there are claimants to the crown of Poland. The\nname of th< man who is a descendant of the Jagellones, whose\nname is inscribed in golden letters on the history of Poland,\nwho is related to all the crowned heads of Europe, is in the\nof all. But national independence and a democratic\nspirit never known before in the revolutionary movements of\nthe country are prevailing among the masses of the population,\nas well as among the old nobility.\nEver since the institution of the electoral kingdom, during\nthe entire eighteenth century, up until the death of the last\nelected King of Poland and the division and distribution of his\ncountry in the year 1830, two chief influences have tried to gain\npredominance in political rnd administrative matters in the\nkingdom. France and Austria have played their diplomatic\ncards gain as foothold as ever they could in the rich\nand highly cultivated country.\nIt was the father of the present claimpnt to the of\nPoland, Ad\"m, eleventh Prince Czartoryski, D'ike of Klewan,\nwho, dissatisfied with Austrian diplomacy, emigrated in about\nthe year ISO'I to Russia.\nAfter the fall of the kingdom the Polish nobles emigrated\npartlv to France and Austria, partly to Russia. All the Peles\naimed at the restoration of their independent kingdom. Those\nin Russin, known as placed their faith in promises\ngiven them by Russia, while the placed the same\nconfidence in the Austrian politics. They dread Russian des-\npotism, while Austria, not trying to submerge their Polish\nnational feeling, granted them extensive rights and privileges.\nBut the Polish language was rfficially abolished in the Aus-\ntrian provinces that had been incorporated into the German\nEmpire. The aim of the German Government was to kill in\nthe children a national spirit that might lead a new generation\nto rise up against the German oppressor. Austria, with its\nmany other Slavic nations, left them their language, and, at\ntimes, to a certain extent, their national liberty. A prince royal\nwas sent to Cracow, being educated as a Pole among Poles,\nand his eventual election in case the Polish empire could be\nresurrected was an open secret.\nB?it aoovc all, Russians and Germans proved themselves en-\ntirely intolerant in religious matters. The Poles have defended\nChristianity against Oriental invasions since time immemorial.\nPolish missonaries Christianized Prussia, and so Prussia was\ndrawn naturally to Catholic Austria and its Emperor, who\nproudly calls himself \"Apostolic Majesty and Defender of the\nFaith.\"\nHad Faith in Austria\nThat national independence could and would be established\nby Austria was the belief of all, as is shown clearly by the\nfriendly relations of the Polish Legion and the Austrian Gov-\nernment. 1 his Polish Legion was a national body organized\nby all classes of the Polish population to defend their national\nspirit and religious freedom against Russia, but which was just\nas willing tc turn against Germany. The promises of Ger-\nmany, especially during the present war, did not make any\nimpression upon the minds of Polish patriots. They had not\nforgotten what Bismarck had said on the occasion of discussing\nthe restoration of Poland with the Russian Czar: \"A free\nPoland would be a strong French army at the Weichsel.\" The\nrise of Germany, as a world-power dates back to the last day\nof Poland's independence. The loss of the Polish provinces at\nthe present time would be more disastrous to Germany's posi-\ntion on the European continent than the loss of Alsace-Lor-\nraine.\nGreat were the hopes of Polish patriots during the first\nstruggles in the Balkans a few months ago, as Austrian troops\noccupied Belgrade and were victorious all along the lines.\nAustria seems to have come to a standstill in the war. The\ndeath of the aged Emperor, which may occur any day, will\nturn his monarchy into a boiling pot of dissatisfied nations, and"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1205", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\na war of rebellion, suppressed artificially for almost sixty years,\nmight necessitate a quick peace treaty with the belligerent na-\ntions.\nThe Poles are aware of all this, and the 25,000,000 inhab-\nitants of the ancient Polish kingdom feel that Russia, Germany\nand England will have to grant them national independence in\norder to establish a buffer state.\nThey will hail enthusiastically Adam Louis, the twelfth\nPrince Czartoriski, as their king. His family relations will\ngrant them the good will of all the other empires of Europe.\nHis mother was a princess of Bourbon Orleans; he is a close\nrelative of the King of Spain, and he is related by marriage to\nthe reigning house of the chief monarchies of Europe. He has\nlarge estates in Russia, in France, in Germany and in Austria.\nHe is a soldier and a true Pole, who wears the picturesque\nnational costume at the courts of other nations. His home in\nParis, the Palais Lambert, was for 150 years the Polish political\ncentre.\nWhile 2,000,000 Poles are fighting as German, Russian\nand Austrian soldiers and French volunteers; while their\ncountry is worse devastated than so-much-pitied Belgium;\nwhile all other Poles look eagerly to a happy future in\ntheir re-united, newly-restored \"Holy Kingdom,\" those men who\nconstitute the National Committee, those who plotted and\nworked for national independence, are resigned to the inevitable\nnew fate of Poland, to be a Slavic Ireland on the continent of\nEurope.\nThe Story of Bohemia\nHigh up on the mountain upon whose side is situated the\n\"Old City\" Prance, with its many castles and palaces belonging\nto the oldest families of Europe, who have given kings to coun-\ntries and furnished wives to emperors and monarchs, stands\nan old building of great length, with Gothic windows and many\noddly shaped letters. From here one can overlook that beautiful\nand rich country, Bohemia, whose soil is blest with all the\nnatural resources needed by its population.\nOnly once a year are the shutters before the windows thrown\nopen and the great, heavy doors unbarred. On the first of\nMarch of each year the Bohemian nobles and representatives\nof the puliation at large that constitute the so-called \"Repeal\nParty\" assemble in their national costumes to demand solemnly\nfrom Emperor Francis Joseph that he submit to his coronation\nas a of Bohemia, and to protest against the constant vio-\nlation o* their national constitution, regranted them through an\nimperial edict in the year 1871. Just as solemnly as they enter\nthe building of the country and tell their constituents and fol-\nlowers that the spirit of unbroken national independence still\nis alive, and to declare anew that the time will come when they\nwill assemble in the veneralle Cathedral of to\ncrown their King with the paraphernalia of the holy Vaclav,\ntheir King and patron saint. It is this political party which\nworked for almost seventy years in the most ardent and un-\nselfish way for the national independence of the Bohemian peo-\nple, which wron one victory after the other, which restored\nlanguage and national rights to the greater part of Bohemia,\nand which sees in the present war the long-hoped-for chance\nand means to establish unquestionably and irrevocably the na-\ntional kingdom.\nAs in Poland, personal claimants for the kingdom stand in\nthe background. It might be a prince of the House of Haps-\nburg, chosen to be the successor of Francis Joseph, or the scion\nof one of Bohemia's noble families; it might be a Prince\nLobkowitz 01 a Czermin.\nSince the death of Louis Jagellon during the battle of Mohacz,\n1526, the Bohemians have accepted a prince of the House of\nHapsburg as king. The Thirty Years' War brought devasta-\ntion to the country and with it German aristocrats, German in-\nfluence. German settlers took possession of the land, used the\npauperized Bohemians as workers of the soil, and succeeded\nduring a period of 200 years in making them forget their own\nnationality.\nThe people whose princes had been the leaders in the mental\nuplift of Europe's highest cultivated nations; the people which\nhad the Bible in its language long before Luther gave Germany\nand befon King James gave England the Scriptures; the race\nwhich had followed Huss in his endeavors for religious free-\ndom, believed what their German oppressors told them. They\nwere ashamed to be Bohemians; they neglected their own lan-\nguage, and until the first decades of the nineteenth century it\nlooked very much as if the Bohemian tongue would die.\nUnique in the history of nations is the restoration of national\nideals in Bohemia. It was the work of a historian, the honored\nPalacky, a statesman and leader of his nation, to bring back\nto memory the national importance of Bohemia. It was shortly\nafter the year 1848 that he proved not only to his own people\nbut to the entire world that Bohemia had a language, a highly\ncultivated language; that Bohemia had a literature, and a right\nto national liberty and independence.\nIn those days it was considered a political crime to confess\nto Bohemian nationality, to speak Bohemian in public places or\non the street, A system of police surveillance was strictly kept\nup by the imperial Government in Vienna; and to be known as\na Bohemian sympathizer meant social and often financial ruin.\nAnd even to-day are the electoral laws such that 3,000,000\nGermans are enabled to elect fifty-three Deputies to Parliament,\nwhile 5,000,000 Bohemians can elect only fifty. It was a clever\nidea to have the voting population state their language and not\ntheir nationality. Many thousands of voters who are in the\nemploy of the Government or of German interests and have to\nuse the German language, in spite of their Bohemian nation-\nality, in this way are counted officially as Germans.\nUprisings Annual Affairs\nRevolutions and uprisings occurred every year. The Bo-\nhemians had clever leaders. They insisted upon the acceptance\nof the Bohemian language as a national language, and they\nsucceeded in the course of sixty years. In the year 1868 Bo-\nhemia's sovereignty under the Hapsburg rule was officially\ndeclared. The sad experiences of Austria during the Prussian\ncampaigns in 1866 showed clearly that the police ministry had\nbeen a failure. The Bohemians had refused for a score of years\nto attend the Diet in Prague, and very seldom sent Deputies to\nthe Parliament in Vienna. Shortly after the outbreak of the\nFranco-Prussian war Count Hohenwart, one of the ablest\nPrime Ministers the Hapsburg Empire ever had, took up new\nnegotiations with the Bohemians. He followed a policy friendly\nto their national endeavors, and September 14 of the same year\nsucceeded in inducing the Bohemians to take their seats in the\nDiet in Pi ague.\nAnd great was the joy of the Bohemian nation as a message\nof the sovereign was read in which there was promised a spe-\ncial representative, a Prince of the House of Hapsburg, to rule\nBohemia, responsible to the Parliament at Prague; that Bo-\nhemian would be the national language and the old constitution\nregranted.\nTo show his good faith, Emperor Francis Joseph, \"in consid-\neration of the former constitutional position of Bohemia, and\nremembering the power and glory which its crown had given\nto his ancestors and the constant fidelity of the population,\ngladly recognized the rights of the Kingdom of Bohemia and\nwas willing to confirm this assurance by taking the coronation\noath.\"\nNearly forty-five years elapsed. Francis Joseph never made\nhis promise good. But the \"Repeal Party\" reminded him faith-\nfully every year of his promise. Too much did the population\nof Bohemia love their uncrowned King, who spoke the Bohemi-\nan language fluently and had shown them innumerable proofs\nof his good-will and his kindness, to rebel -against his person.\nBohemia to-day really is Bohemia. A distinctive literature\nhas developed, a university has been erected, and high national\nspirit has been created among the population.\nThe days of the old Emperor are numbered. His death will\nnecessitate the crowning of a new King. The time seems to\nbe near when Bohemia's national ambitions will be realized.\n\nGuido Bruno.\n\nHunger\nPages from a Diary of Hans Friedrich, a German journalist\nand author of several books\nDecember Ist, 1915.\nYODAY I cheated the dog of my landlady. She had to go out\nand she asked me to buy meat for him at the butcher's.\nThe brute is overfed. He ate only half of his bologna. I am\nnot overfed I ate the other half. I felt no remorse. Can not\na much smaller animal get along on six pfennig if a human\nbeing has to do with twelve?"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1206", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nIs this demoralization the steady companion of the needy?\nI see terrible perspectives: a thief — a murderer. Oh, no,\nnonsense. It is just the healthy desire to sustain one's self.\nWe are growing very simple. We are returning again to our\nmost elemental instincts.\nDecember 3rd, 1915.\nAll connections with life seem to be disbanded. One has no\nmore debts because no one lends anyone money. One has no\nmore worries and only everyday one great puzzle: one is still\nalive!\nOne's soul awakens again after it has slumbered for months.\nBut one's soul is far above everyday life. It paces through the\nfuture. Perhaps we adhere always to the things nearest to us\nbecause we were all living comfortably and happily. Now there\narises in us the desire to lift ourselves high above everything;\nto aspire to the highest, almost forgotten for years. Something\nhas been born in us that seems so big. It is without earthly\nboundaries: to storm the heavens.\nI used to read books in order to write reviews of them or to\ntalk about them with others. I have read many. Now I am\nreading very few because I have to sit still to read, and then I\nam freezing. But my relation to books has changed entirely.\nI ask something from them. In previous years I seem to have\nbeen here because of them; in order to interpret them, to defend\nthem or to fight them. Now they seem to be here because of\nmyself. And they give. I am ready to receive. \"Come all ye\nwho are weary and heavy-laden!\" I am again like a boy—so\nhappy. Again 1 feel hunger for a book. How long since I\nhave been hungry for books—because I have had so many to\nread.\nNow I do not need to read any .... only my heart forces\nme to. Curious times! You too have happiness in store even\nfor those wh«? have to remain at home—for us who are superflu-\nous—for us who have to wait.\n* * * *\nMarch.\nThis March is different from any other. The trees stand\ndark and wet, but their buds are swelling, the storm hurries\nover the naked fields and we are happy that we have all this,\nthat we have it far behind the firing lines.\nThis March is different from any other. It promises richer\nharvests. Harvests whose seeds are sown in sweat and in\nblood, in frost and in hunger. And we clench our hands and\nbecome harder and a little thinner, we clench to fists our hands\non whose fingers no longer glitter jewels and precious stones.\nWe are determined to wish to retain what fate, a relentless\nbut a future-promising fate, decrees to us.\nWe have been satisfied, too satisfied.\nWe have learned how to hunger.\nWe have been comfortable, too comfortable.\nWe have learned how to freeze and how to starve.\nWe want to make a place for ourselves upon this earth.\nGermany has many who wish to work who have a right to\nwork.\nOur German soul is hungry .... hungry, to conquer\nsouls.\n(To be continued.)\n\nEternity\nc.\nTTIHI dreams we weave we never lose,\nThe hopes we have will always live;\nThe*e is no death—for we can choose\nThe life beyond.\nThe universe records our choice,\nIts booh of life contains our faith,\nThough spoken by no human voice\nOur cry is heard.\nThe atoms of the world record\nOur thoughts, as well as our acts;\nThere is no power of man or god\nCan blot them out.\nOur dreams and hopes will never die,\nThe spirit has the right to choose,\nOut thoughts are held by earth and sky\nIn memory.\n\nGuido Bruno.\nIT is night. The wind howls and rattles at my door. The\nlock creaks and the wood squeaks. The wind wants to\nwheeze into my ears: \"You have betrayed your friend and you\nhave cheated his betrothed.\"\nAnd the moon is searching for me with its ghost-like light\nand I draw the shade. I know what it wants : \"I just saw\nyour old mother crying on her pillows, crying away her sorrows\nand her griefs.\"\nAnd I closed the shutters; soon the sun will come with its\nclear impertinent rays: \"You have stolen from your father\nhope and honor and he died, and I saw him cursing you on his\ndeathbed.\"\nThere is the whiskey bottle at a little table next to my bed\nlaughing at me, temptingly, invitingly, \"Come, drink, drink\noblivion,\" and I give it a kick and smash it into a thousand\npieces. I don't want to forget.\nAnd the looking-glass seems to look at me pityingly: \"I\nalways showed you the truth, but you didn't want to see.\" I\nturn it to the wall. I don't want pity.\nHard over there, on the bureau, the gun gleams at me:\n\"Come, I do understand you, I do love you, I do pity you and\nI will redeem you.\"\nTears streamed down my cheeks and I did not shoot myself.\nJanuary 2.4, 1908, 3 a. m.\n\nA Fable of Colleges\nEllis O. Jones.\n(\")NCE upon a time in the land of the Awlrites, there lived a\nVery Respectable Couple who had a Son and a Daughter.\nAs this Couple had descended from a long line of ancestors who\nhad always been Very Respectable, it was natural for them to\nwish their children to be the same way.\nAccordingly when the Son, who was the older of the two,\ngrew up, the} looked carefully over the field of colleges, picked\nout the snobbiest one they could find and entered him. The\nresult met their most optimistic expectations. At the end of\neach term, the Son came home more and more Respectable,\nmore and more Snobbish and more and more contemptuous of\neverybody who wasn't in his set or whose ancestors had not\ndwelt in\"the land of the Awlrites the same length of time as\nhis own.\nThe Very Respectable Couple were delighted and so, when\nthe time came? to consider the education of Daughter in order\nthat she too might become Very Respectable, they spoke to each\nother after the following fashion: If a college education has\nhad such a satisfactory effect upon our Son, why wouldn't it be\nequall) advantageous for our Daughter?\" that it\nwould, they immediately set to work to find the snobbiest col-\nlege for girls that the country afforded.\nIn this case, however, their expectations were totally upset.\nTheir Daughter arrived home after each term more and more\nunlike what they desired her to be. Whereas they had wanted\nher to be modest, retiring, home-loving clinging vine, possessed\nof a smattering of many accomplishments of which she made\nno use, they were horror-stricken to see that she was developing\na marked individuality, a strong independence of thought and\naction and a desire rather to go out into the world and make\nher own living than to sit patiently in the chimney corner\nwaiting for a husband.\nThe Very Respectable Couple spent many unhappy hours\nwondering what to do about the matter and at length as a last\nresort, they journeyed out to a certain Middle Class Suburb\nwhere there was a Soothsayer who was said to have ideas.\n\"Why is it,\" they asked, \"that a college Education should have\nsuch a satisfactory effect upon our Son and exactly the opposite\neffect upon our Daughter?\"\nThe Soothsayer, after pondering an appropriate length of\ntime, delivered his verdict in this wise: \"Colleges for men are\nthe established conventional thing. Consequently they turn out\na conventional product. Colleges for women, on the other hand,\nare the relatively new and unconventional thing which of\ncourse makes their product unconventional. You should have\nselected a Finishing School for your Daughter. Finishing\nSchools are nothing if not Very Respectable.\"\n\"Why certainly,\" agreed the Very Respectable Couple. \"How\nstupid of us not to have thought of that. We must go and pick\nout a good Finishing School at once.\"\n\"Alas, it is too late,\" declared the Soothsayer. \"A girl who\nhas been Educated can never be Finished.\""}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1207", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nOur Village as Seen by Cesare: 1 Serious Thinkers in the Brevoort"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1208", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nFrank Harris' \"The Bomb\"\n\n/~)NE of those mysterious coincidences that happen in almost\neverybody's life played into my hands on the very same\nday Alexander Berkman's weekly, \"The Blast,\" and\"The\nBomb,\" a book by Frank Harris published 1914 by Mitchell\nKennerly The Blast, edited by Emma Goldman's lieutenant in\nSan Francisco contained in this issue the pictures of the \"mar-\ntyrs\" of the Chicago Haymarket tragedy and a few words of\nreminiscences written by some contemporaries of the executed\nmen.\nThe Haymarket incident is the one big memory in the career\nof Chicago's older police officers. Often have I sat in the\noffices of Hermann Schuettler, assistant chief of the Chicago\nPolice, and have listened to his versions of labor's vigorous\nprotest against police supervision; the hatred of the policeman\nhad long ago vanished from the big heart of the man. Mem-\nories from the battlefield contain always some recollection of\nthe foe's bravery.\nThe \"anarchists\" under the leadership of Emma Goldman\ncelebrate ostentatiously each year the 11th day of November,\neulogizing those victims of a great Ideal; Emma Goldman and\nher adherents feel instinctively the sacredness of a martyred\nsaint; she who denounces state and religion, tradition and time\nhonored ceremonies plays gladly on this day high priestess at\nthe sanctuary of innocent men who had to give their lives be-\nfore better times dawned for the workingman in Chicago and\neverywhere else in our Union.\nBut there are others than spectacular banner-bearers of the\nself-styled anarchists: quiet men who live in obscure flats, who\nwork from morning until night in dingy workshops, men who\nhave grown old and kind and who stop on the 11th of Novem-\nber each year for once their daily routine and send their loving\nthoughts back to their youthful years of passionate ideals and\ndreams; men who knew Parsons and Engel, and Lingg and\nSchwab. Who knew these men branded as criminals by con-\ntemporaries, hung as foes of the Commonwealth, who knew\nthem to bo pure in their hearts, kind to fellowmen with one big\nlove for suffering wronged humanity.\nThey too had been contemporaries of the Haymarket tragedy.\nThey had gone to all parts of the country and had carried to\ntheir new places of habitation loving memories of those men\nwho had been the sacrifice offered for the coming of a better\nera.\nI know one man in New York who knew the executed men\nall intimately, perhaps better than anybody else living. As he\nhad been their daily companion for years before their death.\nHe speaks of them as of those dearest loved.\nI have often heard Mrs. Parsons talk of the life and the last\ndays of her husband in Newberry Park, Chicago, right in front\nof the portals of the Newberry Library while her son was\nexhibiting the picture of his father to the crowds that had as-\nsembled quickly. Policemen do not interfere with her meetings\nand do net even prohibit her sale of the book she wrote, an\naccount of Parsons' life.\nA loud and boisterous celebration of professional agitators\ndid not impress me but the unimpassioned heart to heart talk\nwith dozens of men, of contemporaries of the executed strivers\nfor workingmen's rights. All these told me of the great wrong\nthat must have been committed by a prepossessed minority of\npotentialities to a majority in Chicago, to its laborers, in the\nname of Justice.\nThe master pen of Frank Harris immortalized in this case\nas in many other instances the innocent victims of prejudice\nand of power. His book \"The Bomb\" that came to me so many\nyears after it had been written and by a strange coincidence\non the 11th of November, erected an eternal monument for\nthese men who had to die because they aimed at equality among\nmen, because they fought against class distinction, against na-\ntional hatred, and against the greediness of citizens who abused\nfor their own purposes newly arrived immigrants, helpless in\ntheir lack of knowledge of English. They had to be the vic-\ntims of this very same hatred.\nFrank Harris felt and feels always with his almost super-\nhuman intuition where innocence suffers, when law is being\nmisinterpreted, when freedom of mind and of body is being\ntrampled upon.\nIn faraway England he had read the accounts of the Hay-\nmarket riots, distorted by a press only too ready to join the\nchoir of th-' mighty, the rich and the powerful.\nHe knows how to read between the lines.\nWhenever there is a Golgotha somewhere in the world being\nprepared foi a man, Frank Harris with his soul of a prophet\nand his heart of a man feels called upon.\nIt is he who gave the world the man Shakespeare. He\nbrought near to our hearts and to our homes so many men he\nhad met, whom the world had ignored and had granted them\nhonor only after lives of suffering and deaths of despair.\nHe us Oscar Wilde's Life—a life so big that once more\na man's work seemed unimportant compared with the life he\nhas lived.\nIt Is Not What We Do But What We Are\nThis must be the only maxim guiding Frank Harris through\nthe labyrinth of lives and hearts of men, whom he has known\nface to fact and of others whom he understood years after they\nhad left for the Great Beyond.\nAt the time of the trial of these \"anarchists\" of Chicago he\ndecided to see with his own eyes whenever he could have the\nchance. Twenty years later he found himself in Chicago. His\nmemory cf the tragic days was still fresh and Frank Harris\nwent after the facts.\nIt is a revelation to observe Frank Harris as he is going after\nfacts. He is the thinker who is a born fighter. He has the\nwill power of the strongest and the endurance of the most pa-\ntient of men. The fearless philosopher who knows the origin of\nall things sees also the logical end. He walks with linked arms\nwith the inevitable and finally he will reach the truth as nearly\nas earthly limitations will permit.\n\"The Bomb\" is a story such as none other was ever written\nabout American life as it is. Should there ever be a book called\n\"the American novel,\" \"The Bomb\" is and will remain the just\nclaimant to this title sought after so long now by pretenders\nfrom out of many camps.\nLouis Lingg and Rudolph Schnaubelt are the chief characters\nof the book. Both are Germans: the representatives of the two\nforemost types of German men, misinterpreted today as well as\ntwenty years ago. So simple are they that they cannot be un-\nderstood by their too complicated contemporaries; so sincere and\ntrue that they were and would be taken for quite the contrary.\nSchnaubelt is the idealist. The doubter who accepts stand-\nards set bv his fell .wmen, who rpes his very own way but al-\nways tries to please others. He is proud—but not so above\nconventionalities as to abandon conventionalities. The spirit of\n1848 is in his heart. Educated in Germany's gymnasiums an<3\nUniversity, a born writer, he arrives in America and goes the\nway so many thousands of others went; who perished and suc-\nceeded, went down and were never heard of or made their way\nand became the shining stars on our best Sunday firmament.\nHe went the way of a Carl Schurz.\nHe worked with shovel and pick. He met men as they are—\nhe met the real American: the cosmopolitan who lost the nar-\nrow glories of national and of racial pride and who passed\ninto the blessedness of love of man and of brotherhood of the\nuniverse.\nFrank Harris calls it\"the approaching kingdom of men on\nearth.\"\nSchnaubclt is the German who has beautiful emotions in\nabundance: neighborly love, passion for one woman, compas-\nsion for fellowmen, ambition for himself. A healthy egotism\ncompels him to seek after comforts and after the best this world\ncan give.\nBut unknown to himself buried by all the important elements,\nthe companions of his daily striving for earthly goods is the\ngreat characteristic of the German: his unbounded desire for\nfreedom, indignation, rising whenever he sees other humans\ninhumanly treated, an indignation that rises to the Furor Teuto-\nnicus if he sees the knout on his fellowman's neck brought down\nby a merciless slavedriver.\nThe German is capable of an almost unbelievable self-denial\nif it means the achievement of a big thing, especially if it be\nan abstract 01 ideal, or a protest against otherwise unchange-\nable accepted conditions.\nThen all achievements of a lifetime are scattered to pieces,\nunmourned or even unnoticed. Worldly possessions, the love"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1209", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nfor the one woman, one's future life is laid down upon the altar\nas a sacrifice.\nNo big words. No theatrically staged grand stands.\nHe simply gives. And the one who receives—and this seems\nas miraculous as the sacrifice itself—always knows the value\nof the gift.\nAnd takes as it is given. Simply and bravely. The man who\nlays down his own life accepts the lives of others as seeming\ncontributions toward the one big end.\nSchnaubelt, I say, is the one representative type of the aver-\nage German.\nHe sacrifices exultantly and dignifiedly everything, every-\nthing: Then he throws the first bomb that causes the great\ncatastrophe—all the time acting under orders. First of all he\nconsiders carefully the cause, the end to be achieved. He makes\nup his mind that he wants to be instrumental in bringing about\nthis end. He meets the man who seems to know the means to\nthis end. He finds in him a man he honors and loves. Trust\nis established.\nHe joins the Cause. He is willing to be one of the means\ntowards th? end.\nSelf-denial is victory after a hard and gruesome battle fought\nin one's hr-srt. The immediate members of one's own small\ncircle must be wounded, even though they be big enough to rise\nto the situation. After the Gethsemane comes the Calvary.\nSchnaubelt resigns from his ambitions. He gives up the work\nthat is daily bringing him nearer to pecuniary freedom, to his\ndearest dream* a home with Elsie. He, one of the kindest, one\nwho could not hurt a man even with words, will throw a bomb\nthat may kill thousands.\nHe will throw it at the command of Lingg.\nGermans are either masters or obedient servants.\nSchnaubelt is a servant. In Lingg he recognizes the master.\nHe threw the bomb. His whole life seems to have had its\npurpose.\nBlindly now he obeys his master. He follows him like a child\nout of the crowrds to the depot. In the coach he breaks down\nmentally and physically—but he obeys his master. The mas-\nter's words are with him even after he has crossed the ocean\nto the safety of England.\n\"Write the true story of the Chicago tragedy,\" is the mas-\nter's last command.\nThe world with its craving for sensationally theatrical brav-\nery would have applauded Schnaubelt if he had followed his\noften almost maddening instincts, to go back to Chicago, to give\nhimself up to the authorities, to walk into the courtroom and\ntell judges and jury: \"All these men are innocent. There is\nLingg! He made the bomb and here am I, who threw it!\"\nHis self denial!\nHow much harder must it have been for the exiled man to\nobey the master's command than it would have been to ascend\nwith him the gallows—to die with him!\nAnd Lingg!\nFrank Harris understands this German as he has so many\nother people whom he gave newly born to the world.\nLingg represents the other type of the average German :\nquiet, kind, studious; unconfiding. He knows what he wants.\nHe knows there are two ways to get it. At first he tries per-\nsuasion, education. He tries to evoke love with love. He tries\nto move men through their finest instincts.\nHe fails.\nBrute strength, the power of an unjust tyranny are the weap-\nons used by his unjust adversaries.\nLingg does not speak and does not implore any longer. He\nhas realized that words will remain shallow. He considers\nmore and more seriously the other way to his final goal.\nThe achievements of science in the hands of strong invincible\ndetermination must conquer brutal forces of unjust oppressors\nand unfair grafters.\nHe abstains from grandstand pleas. The world, its opinions\nand sympathies are naught to him.\nHere is his path—there is his goal.\nObstinate masses, to their very own hurt, are obstacles in\nhis path. But for them he could reach his goal. They must\nbe removed.\nHe proceeds to remove them.\nNo personal gain in view. Death is almost certain. If he\nsucceeds or if he fails—but his great cause is eternal:\nA better life among better people, love where there is hat-\nred, a universal brotherhood where has been professed goodwill\namong their own clan only, among their own nation or their\nown race-\nFrank Harris has made this man Lingg immortal.\nWe see Lingg's bigness and we see his logical faults; we see\nhis almost simple love of the average family man, and his\nutter disregard of persons and of his own self if it means to\ngain freedom for the world from slave-drivers.\nHe is the leader who serves his cause, who tells in clear\nwords what he wants; he throws into the faces of his judges\nand of his jury, portraits of their own characters that make\nthem tremble in their weak hearts.\nHere is Lingg's last speech after he had been found guilty\nand had been asked if he had anything to say as to why he\nshould not be hanged:\n\"I had intended to defend myself; but the trial has been so\nunfair, the conduct of it so disgraceful, the intent and purpose\nof it so clearly avowed that I will not waste words. Your\ncapitalist masters want blood; why keep them waiting?\n\" The rest of the accused have told you that they do not be-\nlieve in force. I may tell you that they have no business in\nthis dock with me. They are innocent, everyone of them; Ido\nnot pretend to be. I believe in force just as you do. That is\nmy justification. Force is the supreme arbiter in human affairs.\nYou have clubbed unarmed strikers, shot them down in your\nstreets, shot dov:n their women and their children. So long as\nyou do that, we who are anarchists will use explosives against\nyou.\n\"Don't comfort yourselves with the idea that we have lived\nand died in vain. The Haymarket bomb has stopped the bludge-\noninas and shootings of yoiir police for at least a generation.\nAnd that bomb is only the first, not the last. ...\n\"Now I have done. I despise you. I despise your society and\nits methods, your courts and your laws, your force - propped\nauthority. Han a me for it!\"\nThen Linger died by his own hand! One da} before his com-\nrades were condemned to mount the gallows. He was the\nleader in life, a few steps ahead of his soldiers, the first one\nin dangers that be encountered ; he is now the first one to\nvanish the dark depths where are striptW of bodies.\nThe high explosive he had the rdversaries of\nhis canse on his own body. His earthly form was torn\nto miserable shreds.\nLine's son! seemed to have thrown Lingg's contemptu-\no\"«lv at the of the cagers: the hangmen, the judges, the\njaJWs and the inrors.\nThe master had died. In a faraway country the disciple had\ncarried o\"t thf1 master's command.\nFrank given America its great novel. The spirit\nof the book is tmly American.\nIt desnises despotism and ininnitv with the vigor of the men\nwho their for freedom and independence from\nthe English their lasting inheritance to us.\nIt pictures the petty graft in labor circles as it prevails todav\nas well as a score of years ago. It pictures the attitude* of\nlaborer and of authoritv during strikes true todav as in 1885.\nIt gives us the significance of these martyrs for truth and\nfreedom as we never could gather it from professional agita-\ntors, who seem to have taken possession wholly of a legacy\nleft to our country.\nThe deaths of these men were not in vain. Our labor legis-\nlatures have reconciled the laborers for iniquities of past\nyears.\nFrank Harris has erected a monument to the pioneers for\nequality among American laborers; to the sacredness of human\nrights that has never been violated in America without vigor-\nous protest, a monument to the eternal contempt of brutality\nand despotism wherever the stars and stripes wave over the\nheads of man.\nThe sins of the fathers have been expiated by the sons.\nLove has proved mightier than hatred.\nFrank Harris preaches through the truth of his \"Bomb\" the\nnear approach of his \"kingdom of man on earth\" in America.\n\nGuido Bruno.\n\nThere is nothing in the world more delightful than that\nmiddle state in which we mentally balance at times, pos-\nsessed of the means, lured by the desire, and yet deterred\nby conscience or want of decision.\nTheodore Dreiser in \"Sister Carrie.\""}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1210", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161122-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Bruno's Weekly, Inc., at No. 10 Fifth Avenue, New York City. 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