{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_sha256": "978c2bcf1142122c3a797a5934a8709a47e6a118648dc44c3ff38c097db76267", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/12/16_01/bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaaq/issues/1916/12/16_01/bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "The Contents Include:", "titre_sommaire": "The Contents Include:", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 73, "fin_caractere_exclue": 271, "texte": "The Contents Include:\n/\nThe Trail of Oscar Wilde in America\nPoems by Tom Sleeper\nOn Going to Church, by George Bernard Shaw\nThe High Cost of Paper, by J. M. Holmes\nThe Last Hour, by Gustave Flaubert"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.1.1", "titre_corps": "Coulton Waugh", "titre_sommaire": "Coulton Waugh", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 58, "fin_caractere_exclue": 71, "texte": "Coulton Waugh"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1220]", "page_fin": "[1220]", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Victory and Defeat", "titre_sommaire": "Victory and Defeat", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1220]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 106, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1627, "texte": "Victory and Defeat\nEvery victory shows a more difficult height to scale, a steeper\npinnacle of god-like hardship—that's the reward of victory: it\nprovides the hero with ever-new battle-fields; no rest for him\nthis side the grave.\nBut what of defeat? What sweet is there in its bitter? This\nmay be said for it; it is our great school: punishment teaches\npity, just as suffering teaches sympathy. In defeat the brave soul\nlearns kinship with other men, takes the rub to heart; seeks out\nthe reason for the fall in his own weakness, and ever afterwards\nfinds it impossible to judge, much less condemn his fellow. But\nafter all no one can hurt us but ourselves; prison, hard labour,\nand the hate of men; what are these if they make you truer,\nwiser, kinder?\nHave you come to grief through self-indulgence and good-liv-\ning? Here are months in which men will take care that you\nshall eat badly and lie hard. Did you lack respect for others?\nHere are men who will show you no consideration. Were you\ncareless of others' sufferings? Here nozv you shall agonize\nunheeded: gaolers and governors as well as black cells just to\nteach you. Thank your stars then for every day's experience,\nfor, when you have learned the lesson of it and turned its dis-\ncipline into service, the prison shall transform itself into a\nhermitage, the dungeon into a home; the burnt skilly shall be\nsweet in your mouth; and your rest on the plank bed the dream-\nless slumber of a little child.\nFrank Harris in \"Oscar Wilde, His Life and His Confessions\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1220]", "page_fin": "1221", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "The Trail of Oscar Wilde in America", "titre_sommaire": "The Trail of Oscar Wilde in America", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1220]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 1629, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8075, "texte": "The Trail of Oscar Wilde in America\nOne hundred and fifty contemporary newspaper interviews\ncollected by Guido Bruno\nJ7EW men, at least of his age, have been so much talked about,\nand certainly none so much laughed at, as Oscar Wilde.\nCuriosity as to his personal appearance has been by no means\nabated by the many descriptions published, for readers at once\nrecognize the fact that in some cases the most vivid language\nis useless to convey a correct impression, and Oscar Wilde has\nbeen considered a sufficiently unique personage to be one of\nthose cases. Consequently, when a Witness reporter was\nushered into the poet's room at the Windsor Hotel this morning,\nhis personal as well as professional curiosity was somewhat\ndisappointed to find no poet visible. He was there, however,\nand his apparent absence was only due to the tobacco smoke\nwhich hovered ethereally about his poetic form, and through\nwhich his countenance was presently revealed. Reclining in an\narmchair in the midst of anything but artistic, not to speak of\naesthetic, surroundings, was the apostle of art and aestheticism.\nMr. Wilde, as he rose and extended a large, gentle hand to\nthe visitor, showed to full advantage. Tall, and well-propor\ntioned, his large figure was clad in graceful garments of soft\nhomespun. The absence of knee-breeches and hose was at first\na painful shock, but the effect was partly removed by a glance\nat the massive throat; the broad turned down collar was de-\ncidedly *'all but,\" while the aesthetic dull red necktie, baffling\ncomprehension as to the manner of its putting on, can only be\ndescribed as \"quite consummately too.\" But attention could not\nremain long fixed on the attire. Mr. Wilde's face, surrounded\nand framed by a mass of long, untamed, tawny hair, is massive,\nalmost colossol, and at the same time very pleasant in feature\nand expression, especially so far as the poetic eyes are con-\ncerned. But mere description, as was before hinted, is of\nnecessity somewhat powerless.\nMr. Wilde, who speaks with the accent generally credited to\nthe higher classes of London society, and by no means uncom-\nmon in the region of Pall Mall, showed no objection whatever\nto being interviewed, and kindly refrained from making any\nof those unpleasant remarks about journalists which his experi-\nence with them would seem to justify. When asked what opin-\nion he had formed of the probable results of his campaign, he\nat once said that after all the nonsense written about him had\nbeen forgotten, good and lasting results would remain. In the\ncities where he had been, decorative art societies had been\nstarted, and old societies had been brought into more pro-\nminence. His immense correspondence was entirely on this\nsubject. \"Here,\" said Mr. Wilde, \"is a letter only received this\nmorning, referring to tbe effect of my visit to Philadelphia last\nweek.\" The letter was from Charles Leland, the famous \"Hans\nBreitmann,\" and a member of ''the school,\" thanking Mr. Wilde\nfor the good he had done in connection with the teaching of\nart principles to the young. These results are being seen in\nthe increase of orders given to the art societies. Mr. Wilde\nmentioned an incident which showed the way in which he was\nable to help on native art. In Chicago he came across a young\nAmerican sculptor of really extrordinary power and genius,\nbut unknown. He spoke about him, and told the people that\nthey could not really appreciate art if they neglected the native\ntalent in their own city. Now, that young sculptor has ever\nso many commissions.\nq;iesti°ner asked how the British and Americans com-\npared in their reception of his teachings. Mr. Wilde could\nhardly give a definite answer. \"In America, you see, I have\nfor the first time been face to face with people who have never\nseen any good art; as to their reception of what I say, while,\nno doubt, many come to hear me just from curiosity, yet after-\nward I am continually getting letters from these people saying\nhow they have been pleased with this or that point in my\nlectures. The great thing is to get them to come, for when they\ncome they always see what I mean. And,\" said Mr. Wilde,\n\"what one really wants is not to be either blamed or praised,\nbut to be understood.\"\n''You have been all over the United States now, have you\nnot, Mr. Wilde?\"\n\"I have been all over the States except in the South, and I\nsuppose, though it is difficult to guess, that I have spoken to\nsome two hundred thousand people. I have found the people\nvery willing and ready to listen and appreciate.\"\nMr. Wilde has been in California, and is quite enthusiastic\nover it; \"it is Italy without art,\" was his judgment of the\nHoodlum city. Only he obiected to its being called the Hood-\nlum city. He said, \"No, it is the city of fine men and beautiful\nwomen! San Francisco has the most lovely surroundings of\nany city except Naples. I lectured there six times, and had thg\nmost delightful and appreciative audiences. People's apprecia-\ntion of beauty depends so much on what they are accustomed\nto see around them. It might be thought otherwise from those\nwho live in beautiful places not speaking about beauty, but\nthey have no need to talk about it. That is our object. We\nwant to see the homes of the people beautiful, and when that\nis the case people will no longer talk of the beautiful at all.\nWe are forced to do so now because there are so many ugly\nthings in the world. In the ideal state of art there will be no\nart lecturer.\nMr. Wilde went on to speak of the knowledge of art in the\ndifferent countries, England and America.\"In England, now,\nwe have the great advantage of models of art always with us,\nin the cathedrals, in the colleges of Oxford and Cambridge,\nand in many buildings of the finest architecture. In America\nthe great want is of absolute models of art. The art which is\nlearned from books is very worthless at best.\" Speaking of\nthe aims of the movement with which he is identified, Mr.\nWilde urged strongly that people should occupv a good deal\nmore of their time with simple things. > ''It is all very well to\ndevote time to little flower vases; they do for ladies' drawing\nrooms, but that is not touching the people. It is the people we\nwant to touch, and this can only be done by beginning with\nsimple things. The least things, every household article should\nbe made beautiful, and I had far rather that, instead of designs\nfor flower vases, a good design should be produced for a simple"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 33, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7089, "texte": "jug and basin, instead of the coarse pottery, inartistic in color\nand outline, which is now common.\"\n\"What do you think is the present position of the movement\nin England, Mr. Wilde?\"\n''Well, you may best understand that from the fact that Mr.\nMorris has just received from the Government the contract for\nthe decoration of St. James's Palace. The movement is one\nthat must be recognized. We have entirely altered the condi-\ntion of society in respect to art, and no one will now furnish\na house without having regard to art principles.\"\nMr. Wilde said all this with a simplicity of language and\nmanner, and a hearty sincerity which were quite refreshing\nafter the carrjcatures which we have sometimes been led to\nimagine were imitations of the Arch-Aesthete. During the\nwhole conversation, \"stained-glass\" attitudes were conspicuously\nabsent, and languid lackadaiscality was also entirely wanting.\nOnce, indeed, the lithe-limbed poet sank into a position recalling\nin a faint degree certain creations of Du Maurier's imagina-\ntion, and few could produce so aesthetic a yawn as once occur-\nred in the intervals of puffing a cigarette. But these were evi-\ndently too natural to suggest even the ghost of a smile to the\nmost risible. And when the visitor withdrew, leaving Oscar\nWilde to plunge again into the wisdom of Mr. Shorthouse's\nsudden-famed \"John Inglesant,\" and thinking as he went that\nbehind the closed door there reclined neither a Postlethwaite,\na Lambert Streyke nor a Reginald Runthorne, and that Messrs.\nDu Maurier, Burnand and Gilbert had all done him a grave\ninjustice.\n(The Daily Witness, May 15th, 1882.)\nAestheticism's Apostle in Toronto\nMr. Wilde kept pretty closely in his room at the Queen's\nHotel to-day. He takes his meals in his room. Shortly after\nnoon, on the invitation of the Society of Artists, the apostle\nvisited the exhibition of paintings in the Society's rooms on\nKing Street. The rooms were seldom so densely crowded since they\nw? e pened as they were at the moment the aesthete stepped into\nthe room. He is certainly a striking figure. But the fact that\nhe wore a pair of light inexpressibles instead of the knee\nbreeches, with which his name is so much associated, seemed\nto prove rather a disappointment. His hair is abundantly long;\nhis manner is dignified; his voice is soft, and his speech that\nof the English aristocrat. He wore a garment over all which\nmay be described as a toga, slung across his shoulders with a\ncord, in the manner of the cloak of a French marshal. On ar-\nriving, he was introduced by his agent to Mr. Martin and the\nother artists who were present. He has certainly a fine face\nof effeminate cast. His smile is sweetness and light itself. After\nthe introductions, he addressed himself to inspecting the pic-\ntures. He was quite free in his criticisms, singling out both\nbeauties and defects. Mr. Martin who acted as cicerone had\nto stand by and hear praise lavished on more than one of his\nown pictures. But H. R. Watson's paintings took Mr. Wilde's\nfancy most. He expressed great surprise when he learned the\nartist's age and that he had never been to Paris. \"He has\nexact manner of the modern French artists.\"\nMr. Wilde afterwards went to the University in company\nwith Professor Pike, who is a college mate. In conversation\nwith the reporter, Oscar said that he approved of the outward\ndesigns of the Canadian architects, but in most instances the\ninterior colouring was bad. In reply to a question as to\nwhether he did not think the Toronto ladies the handsomest in\nthe world, he said that the ladies of every town he had been\nin were the handsomest in the world. It may be mentioned\nincidentally that the sale of reserved seats warrants the belief\nthat there will not be standing room at the Grand to-night.\n(The Evening News, Toronto, May 25th, 1882.)\nOscar Wilde in Chinatown in San Francisco\nLast night, after the close of his lecture, Oscar Wilde, ac-\ncompanied by Charles E. Locke, Mr. Vail, his business manager,\nThomas Keogh and an Examiner reporter, and guided by spe-\ncial officers James Hamilton and Edward McLaughlin, made\na thorough inspection of the Chinese quarter of the city, Mr.\nWilde having expressed a wish to see all the inner secrets of\nChinatown, no matter at what cost to his olfactory and optical\nnerves, the two experienced guides fulfilled his desire to the\nutmost extent of their ability. Josshouses, Chinese hospitals in\nEllick Alley, theaters, lodging-houses, underground burrows,\nMurderers' Alley, the haunts of the highbinders, the holes of\nthe rag-pickers, opium dens, gambling-houses, places of the\nmost questionable character, restaurants, slaughter-houses, offal\ndepositaries, merchants' residences, pawnbrokers' stores, junk\nstores, fish and hog markets, and all the thousands and one\nqueer haunts of the Celestial people were thoroughly explored.\n\"This is just like a chapter from the Arabian Nights,\" said\nMr. Wilde, on leaving the principal Joss House,\"and I fell\nexactly like Haroun al Raschid on an anonymous tour in the\nstreets of Bagdad.\" ''What a picture for Burne, Jones or Val\nPriuseh,\" he exclaimed, when a lamp was procured and light\nshed upon a dozen heathens stowed away in a cellar. Mr.\nWilde was particularly pleased with the barbaric decorations\nof the large restaurant on Jackson Street, and stopped there to\nfeast his appetite on tea and preserves. It was nearly half-\npast 1 o'clock when the party separated, and Mr. Wilde thanked\nhis guides for their attention.\n(Daily Examiner, March 20th, 1882.)\nThe Art Aspect of Oscar Wilde in Nebraska\nHe is picturesque. But sometimes the picturesque requires\ndistance. Too near, Oscar Wilde has too much of the neutral\ntint. The gray of the velvet and the gray of the face make\nthe monotone—to change the figure—a little weary. See him\non the platform and listen to him. Then, there is a man whom\nno man or woman will fail to recognize as among the highest.\nIs Milton high? The man whose youth produced L'Allegro\nand Comus, and, when he was poor, old and blind—the vision\nof Paradise Lost. Then is Oscar Wilde high. His is the first\nMiltonic face there has been in England since John Milton.\nJohn the Divine—John the beloved—who laid his head on the\nbreast of Christ, and in solitary exile saw the Apocalypse—\nOscar Wilde's face is such as the classic painters give to him.\nHe also has a gospel-—yet no new gospel, for Christ compre-\nhended it all when he sent his disciples consider the lilies of\nthe field, when he would have them understand the true human\nmethod of growth. The Democrat writes these sentences hon-\nestly, after hearing Mr. Wilde address the students at the Uni-\nversity this morning. He stood there and conversed. The\ndistance and the light, warmed the gray, and brought into it\na tone of Imperial purple. And then such talk. Right down\ninto centers and natures of things—a stream of sweet and light\ndiffusing words such as Coleridge was wont to speak when\nEngland's greatest sat listening long nights without thought of\ninterrupting.\n(Daily Democrat, April 24th, 1882.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1221", "page_fin": "1221", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "Two Hitherto Unpublished Letters by Oscar Wilde", "titre_sommaire": "Two Hitherto Unpublished Letters by Oscar Wilde", "signature_source": "OSCAR", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 7091, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8523, "texte": "Two Hitherto Unpublished Letters by\nOscar Wilde\nOSCAR.\nHotel Marsollies,\nThe Marsollies,\nTuesday, June 6th, 1899.\nMy Dear Smithers:—\nThank you for your letter. I hope to receive soon the title-\npage Dedication, and play-bill or the \"Ideal Husband.\" In\nact 11. the word \"decollete\" occurs, please see that the accents\nare putin on the right.\nAs regards that annoying absurdity Roberts, the statements\nhe made were made quite seriously, as far as manners goes:\nhe said for instance to Bonie the last time he saw him, \"I sup-\npose Wilde has no idea at all that I have got his play?\" Bonie\nsaid he did not know, and asked me when I saw him. This is\nonly one out of many things he said. What was I to think?\nI naturally thought that you had written the \"Bordereau,\" and\nsold it to Schwartz-kopper. Seguah. Hence 4<l\" affaire\nSmithers now, of course, you are acquitted and this proves\nthat the real traitor is Worsley—Esterhazy, assisted by Du\nPaty—Roberts. This is I hope clear to you.\nI await the cheque for £12. I don't propose to stay at Havre,\nbut somewhere near, Blanberberg is, or used to be fashionable.\nIf the cheque comes tonight I hope to get away Thursday.\nI saw Ernest Dowson the other night. He forced me to go to\nthe Pantheon at midnight. It was dreadful. A Cafe, Pande-\nmonium.\nThe drawing of the cover of Hulle is like a terrible carica-\nture of Ernest. This was, I suppose, intended. Weather here\nquite terrible. -\nYours"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "16 Tite Street, Chelsea, S. W.", "titre_sommaire": "16 Tite Street, Chelsea, S. W.", "signature_source": "OSCAR WILDE", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 878, "texte": "16 Tite Street, Chelsea, S. W.\nOSCAR WILDE.\nMy Dear Alice:—\nThe non-appearance of the review makes no matter, and my\nletter was merely a bit of nonsense.\nI think I have got quite as much praise as is good for me,\nas you will see from the enclosed leaflet, and America has\nexhausted itself in complimentary adjectives. I have been\nreading your charming and clever story, \"Meg's Friend,\" and\nhave said a few words about it in my Xmas number, which\nis now being printed. You have certainly a most sympathic\ntouch, and a very graceful style.\nI am hard at work at some new stories, which I think you\nwill like. Why don't you send me something for the Woman's\nWorld.\" I want an article on Spinets and Harpsichords, with\nreferences to the South Kensington collection, for illustrations.\nLove to your mother.\nEver sincerely yours,\n(From the Collection of Mr. P. Madigan)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "The Return", "titre_sommaire": "The Return", "signature_source": "E. C. Beckwith", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 880, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2772, "texte": "The Return\nE. C. Beckwith.\nI MET them on the high road to the city, a man and a little\nboy.\n\"How far to the town, brother ?\" I asked.\n\"Not far. But three miles,\" the man answered, and I saw\nthat though his face was young he seemed very sad and tired.\n\"We have just come from there.\"\n\"And are never going back,\" the child said wistfully, looking\nat me with his gentle blue eyes. \"It has hurt him so. He\nwanted to go there, and we came, leaving the peaceful country\nwhere we were happy. He thought he would find what he\nlonged for, riches and fame.\"\n\"And he has not found them?\" I asked, though the man's\nweary downcast head told me that he had not.\n\"No,\" the child said. \"Nor will he ever find them, for now\nhe no longer desires to. We are going home to the country\nwhere he was happy, the country we left to come here. And\nin the city he tried as the others, to win fame and riches, until\nat last he saw as I had told him, that he was happier without\nthem. He is content to go back now to where we came from.\nHe knew me long ago, when he too was a child and happy\nwithout thought of fame or riches. And do you go there seek-\ning them?\"\nAs I gazed at the deep blue eyes of the child, truth and wis-\ndom crept into my heart.\n\"No,\" I answered. 4'l am going there seeking neither, but\nthe little tasks which I have always done.\"\n<4lt is not there you will be happy in them,\" said the child.\n\"No more than he.\" And as he spoke he clasped the hand of\nthe man who stood beside him in the highroad that leads to the\ncity.\n''Come,\" he said softly, \"we are going home.\" And turning,\nthey left me. I stood there looking after them a long while,\nuntil they had nearly disappeared in the distance, then I went\nslowly homeward, toward the country where I remembered I\ntoo had been happy, where I had wanted neither fame nor\nriches, and I wondered if it would seem to me as it did before\nI had ever left it."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "The Fortune-maker.", "titre_sommaire": "The Fortune-maker.", "signature_source": "James Waldo Fawcet", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2774, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2981, "texte": "The Fortune-maker.\nJames Waldo Fawcet\nhe was young\nHe earned a fortune\nIn the usual way;\nIn middle age\nHe went abroad;\nBut all too late.\nItaly annoyed him\nAnd France was not half\nSo fine as his own backyard."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "Whatever you love and trust in this world loves", "titre_sommaire": "Whatever you love and trust in this world loves", "signature_source": "Frank Harris", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 2983, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3059, "texte": "Frank Harris.\nWhatever you love and trust in this world loves\nyou in return*"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "Three Poems by Tom Sleeper Chatham Square", "titre_sommaire": "Three Poems by Tom Sleeper Chatham Square", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 3061, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3565, "texte": "Three Poems by Tom Sleeper\nChatham Square\nDISEASE is spread upon his moth-white face,\nAs fungus growths upon a mouldy loaf.\nAnd, sneaking like a lothsome pest,\nHe lives his life—a muttered oath.\nSkulking behind this thing and that,\nA skinny hand outstretched for alms,\nA blotted soul adrift amid the scum\nOf New York's dizzy whirls and calms.\nA derelict in Life's Sargosso Sea;\nDespised, discarded, and an unimportant thing\nLike filthy paper in a waste-can thrown,\nHe lives a morsel life—a venomed sting."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "The Second Advent", "titre_sommaire": "The Second Advent", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 3567, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4689, "texte": "The Second Advent\nThe Master Speaks\no\\ the weary, faultless, years,\nThe foolish, aimless, backward years,\nSince first I stood on Lebanon\nAnd spoke this way!\nHow you have taken simple words\nThat set forth truths, forever new,\nDistorted them to suit your ends\nAnd made them useless clay.\nToday I stood within the place\nYou've built to your poor childish God,\nI saw the pomp and painted dull parade\nAnd pitied you.\nBut more I marveled at the fact\nYou based your hollow, silly, show\nOn what you thought that I had said\nWhen thought was new.\n/ loved the countryside and open dusty road—\nThe cedars and the shining pebble beach\nAnd never bid you set one place or day\nTo worship God.\nHow sadly little have you understood\nOf all I tried to tell by Gallalea\nYou took my metaphors and imagry for truth, but let\nMy simpler paths untrod.\nAnd many years must yet dim in the past\nBefore the people that make up this motley world\nWill come at last, and as a whole to understand\nWhat their eyes see.\n\"Do unto others as you would that they\nShould likewise do unto thyself and thine\"\nWould you could see how practical it is,\nHow it must be."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "Northern Lights", "titre_sommaire": "Northern Lights", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 4691, "fin_caractere_exclue": 4855, "texte": "Northern Lights\nJgOREAL splendor\nBrilliant as day dreams!\nDesolate radiance!\nSpeaking a language unknown,\nUncover your mystery\nBring me the message\nLanguage of God!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1222", "page_fin": "1222", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "The Moon", "titre_sommaire": "The Moon", "signature_source": "Mildred Antisdale", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 4857, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5109, "texte": "The Moon\nMildred Antisdale.\n'J'HE moon is rising. I can see it from the window which\nlooks over the roofs of the city. The moon is huge. It is\nlarger than many things which I supposed were large. And it\nis high. It is higher even than the Singer Tower."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1223", "page_fin": "1223", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "On Going to Church By George Bernard Shaw", "titre_sommaire": "On Going to Church By George Bernard Shaw", "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": "1223", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 50, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8458, "texte": "On Going to Church\nBy George Bernard Shaw\nI\n(As it appeared originally in the late Elbert Hubbard's Series.)\n'J'O M&, as a modern man, concerned with matters of fine art\nand living in London by tiie sweat of my brain, 'tis\na grim fact that I dwell in a world which, unable to live by\nbread alone, lives spiritually on alcohol and morphia. Young\nand excessively sentimental city people live on love, and de-\nlignt in poetry or in writing wiiicii ueciares that love is Alpna\nand Omega. But an attentive examination will generally es-\ntablish the fact that this kind of love, ethereal as it seems, is\nmerely a symptom of the drugs I have mentioned, and does not\noccur independently except in those persons whose normal state\nis similar to that induced in healthy persons by narcotic stimu-\nlants. If from the fine are of to-day we set aside feelingness\nof prosaic art, which is, properly, not fine art at all, we may\nsafely refer most of the rest to feeling produced by the teapot,\nthe bottle, or the hypodermic syringe.\nAn exhibition of the cleverest men and women in London at\nfive p. m., with their afternoon tea cut off, would shatter many\nillusions. Tea and coffee and cigarettes produce conversation;\nlager beer and pipes produce routine journalism; wine and\ngallantry produce brilliant journalism, essays and novels;\nbrandy and cigars produce violently devotional or erotic poetry;\nmorphia produces tragic exaltation (useful on the stage) ; and\nsobriety produces an average curate's sermon.\nstrychnine and arsenic may be taken as pick-me-ups;\ndoctors quite understand that \"tonics\" means drams of\nether; chlorodyne is a universal medicine; chloral, sulphonal\nand the like call up Nature's great destroyer, artificial sleep;\nbromide of potassium will reduce the over-sensitive man of\ngenius to a condition in which the alighting of a wasp on his\nnaked eyeball will not make him wink; hasheesh tempts the\ndreamer by the Oriental glamour of its reputation; and gin is\na cheap substitute for all these anodynes. Most of the activity\nof the Press, the Pulpit, the Platform and the Theatre is only\na symptom of the activity of the drug trade, the tea trade, the\ntobacco trade and the liquor trade. The world is not going\nfrom bad to worse, it is true; but the increased facilities which\nconstitute the advance of civilization include facilities for\ndrugging one's self. These facilities wipe whole races of black\nmen off the face of the earth; and every extension and refine-\nment of them picks a stratum out of white society and devotes\nit to destruction. Such traditions of the gross old habits as\nhave reached me seem to be based on the idea of first doing\nyour day's work and then enjoying yourself by getting drunk.\nNowadays you get drunk to enable you to begin work.\nQJHAKESPEARE'S opportunities of meddling with his nerves\nwere much more limited than Dante Rossetti's ; but\nit is not clear that the advantages of the change lay with Ros-\nsetti. Besides, though Shakespeare may, as tradition asserts,\nhave died of drink in a ditch, he at all events conceived alcohol\nas an enemy put by a man into his own mouth to sreal away\nhis brains; whereas the modern man conceives it as an indis-\npensable means of setting his brains going. We drink and\ndrug, not for the pleasure of it, but for Dutch inspiration and\nby the advice of our doctors, as duelists drink for Dutch cour-\nage by the advice of their seconds. Obviously this systematic,\nutilitarian drugging and stimulating, though necessarily \"mod-\nerate\" (so as not to defeat its own object), is more dangerous\nthan the old boozing if we are to regard the use of stimulants\nas an evil.\nfor me, I do not clearly see where a scientific line can be\ndrawn between food and stimulants. I cannot say, like\nNinon de l'Enclos, that a bowl of soup intoxicates me; but it\nstimulates me as much as I want to be stimulated, which is,\nperhaps, all that Ninon meant. Still, I have not failed to ob-\nserve that all the drugs, from tea to morphia, and all the\ndrams, from lager beer to brandy, dull the edge of self-criti-\ncism and make a man content with something less than the best\nwork of which he is soberly capable. He thinks his work bet-\nter, when he is really only more easily satisfied with himself.\nThose whose daily task is only a routine, for the sufficient dis-\ncharge of which a man need hardly be more than half alive,\nmay seek this fool's paradise without detriment to their work;,\nbut to those professional men whose art affords practically\nboundless scope for skill of execution and elevation of thought,\nto take drug or dram is to sacrifice the keenest, most precious\npart of life to a dollop of lazy and vulgar comfort for wnich\nno true man of genius should have any greater stomach than\nthe lady of the manor has for her ploughman's lump of fat\nbacon.\nJ7OR the creative artist stimulants are especially dangerous,\nsince they produce that terrible dream-glamour in which\nthe ugly, the grotesque, the wicked, the morbific begin to fasci-\nnate and obsess instead of disgusting. This effect, however\nfaint it may be, is always produced in some degree by drugs.\nThe mark left on a novel in the \"Leisure Hour\" by a cup of\ntea may be imperceptible to a bishop's wife who has just had\ntwo cups; but the effect is there as certainly as if De Quincey's\neight thousand drops of laudanum had been substituted.\nII\nQNLY a very little experience of the world of art and letters\nwill convince any open-minded person that abstinence,\npure and simple, is not a practicable remedy for this state of\nthings. There is a considerable commercial demand for maud-\nlin or nightmarish art and literature which no sober person\nwould produce, the manufacture of which must accordingly be\nfrankly classed industrially with the unhealthly trades, and\nmorally with the manufacture of unwholesome sweets for chil-\ndren or the distilling of gin. What the victims of this industry\ncall imagination and artistic faculty is nothing but attenuated\ndelirium tremens, like Pasteur's attenuated hydrophobia. It is\nuseless to encumber an argument with these predestined chil-\ndren of perdition. The only profitable cases are those to con-\nsider of people engaged in the healthy pursuit of those arts\nwhich afford scope for the greatest mental and physical energy,\nthe clearest and acutest reason and the most elevated percep-\ntion. Work of this kind requires an intensity of energy of\nwhich no ordinary labourer or routine official can form any\nconception. If the dreams of Keeleyism could be so far realized\nas to transmute human brain enery into vulgar explosive force,\nthe head of Shakespeare, used as a bombshell, might conceiv-\nably blow England out of the sea. At all events, the succession\nof efforts by which a Shakespearean play, a Beethoven sym-\nphony, or a Wagner music-drama is produced, though it may\nnot overtax Shakespeare, Beethoven or Wagner, must certainly\ntax even them to the utmost, and would be as prodigiously im-\npossible to the average professional man as the writing of an\nordinary leading article to a ploughman.\nis called professional work is, in point of severity,\njust what you choose to make it; either commonplace,\neasy and requiring only extensive industry to be lucrative, or\nelse distinguished, difficult and exacting the fiercest intensive\nindustry in return, after a probation of twenty years or so, for\nauthority, reputation and an income only sufficient for simple\nhabits and plain living. The whole professional world lies be-\ntween these two extremes. At the one, you have the man to\nwhom his profession is only a means of making himself and his\nfamily comfortable and prosperousat the other, you have the\nman who sacrifices everything and everybody, himself included,\nto the perfection of his work—to the passion for efficiency which\nis the true mastei-passion of the artist. At the one, work is a\nnecessary evil and money-making a pleasure; at the other,\nwork is the objective realization of life and moneymaking a\nnuisance. At the one, men drink and drug to make themselves\ncomfortable; at the other, to stimulate their working faculty.\nPreach mere abstinence to the one, and you are preaching noth-\ning but diminution of happiness. Preach it to the other, and\nyou are proposing a reduction of efficiency. If you are to pre-\nvail, you must propose a substitute. And the only one I have\nyet been able to hit on is—going to church.\nTo be Continued."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1223", "page_fin": "1223", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "Not before the scandal starts the scamp in good", "titre_sommaire": "Not before the scandal starts the scamp in good", "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": "1223", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 8460, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8516, "texte": "Not before the scandal starts the scamp in good\nsociety."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1224", "page_fin": "1224", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "The High Cost of Paper", "titre_sommaire": "The High Cost of Paper", "signature_source": "J. M. HOLMES", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1224", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 16, "fin_caractere_exclue": 5755, "texte": "The High Cost of Paper\nJ. M. HOLMES.\nNovember 29th, 1916.\nEditor Bruno's Weekly:\nRETURNED herewith, for correction of statement thereon,\nfind cover of your periodical dated October 18, 1916, to\nwit:\n\"TO YOU GENTLE READER\"\n\"Owing to the fact that American raw material is placed at\nthe disposal of foreign manufacturers, the cost of paper and\nprinters ink increased during the last year two and three times\ntheir original prices.''\nThe above statement is illogical, incorrect and misleading,\nin that it implies that the quantity of raw material is limited\nand that prices are now fixed by such limitation. Are they?\nIf raw material be naturally limited, the law of supply and\ndemand would naturally operate in the establishment of price\nor cost per unit. Are you prepared to defend your incorrect\nstatement on the ground that the increased price of print paper\nand printers ink are fixed due to a limited quantity of raw\nmaterial ? Is it not obvious that the monopoly of the natural\nresources, from which the raw materials are drawn, are respon-\nsible for restricted production, which results in high prices for\nthe finished commodity?\nOn page 276 Abstract of United States Census 19)0, you will\nnote that during the last decade (1900-1910) Agricultural and\nForest land values increased 118.1%; such a phenomenal in-\ncrease in the value of rural lands, during the short period of\nten years, must necessarily be reflected in increased price of\nall raw materials.\nDue to increasing population all lands are steadily increasing\nin value, and as rent for land is first cost (overhead charge)\nin all production, is it not evident that as land values rise that\nthe cost of raw material as well as the finished product must\nalso advance?\nIf the source from which all raw material comes (land)\nsteadily increases in value, does it not stand to reason that the\nprice of raw material must increase in like proportion, and if\ngreat areas are held from use does not this holding out of ust\nfurther operate to increase the value of that area in use and\ndo not these increasing values reflect themselves in an increased\nprice per unit of the commodity? Combinations may be formed,\nand often do conspire to raise the prices, but they are more\noften compelled to do so as a last resort, in order that they\nmay meet the incessant demand of labor for higher wages,\nwhich demand is caused by ever increasing land values upon\nwhich labor is compelled to pay ever increasing rent as the\nvalue rises, and as more and more of the wages of labor goes\nto pay rent upon increasing land value, less and less of labor's\nwages can be used with which to purchase the actual necessi-\nties of life and as that part spent for necessities decreases due\nto the greater part going to pay rent upon land, labor of ab-\nsolute necessity is compelled to demand a higher wage, which\nin turn is charged to cost price of the commodity. Now: Is\nit not clear that rising land values are the fundamental cause\nof high prices in all production? The increasing land value\nforces both labor and capital to increase the price and the\nbeneficiary is the land-lord—the holder of the earth—the land.\nIn the city of greater New York there are over one million\ntwo hundred thousand vacant lots now held from use and\noccupancy by persons demanding high prices from those who\ndesire to use these lands, in fact, the prices are so high that\npeople are compelled to herd like animals in some localities,\npaying exhorbitant rentals for the most squalid quarters, result-\ning in low standards of living with its attendant evils. Is it\nnot obvious that the holding out of use these desirable sites\nmust enable the holders of the now occupied sites to exact a\nhigher rental from the present lot users, and is it evident\nthat these unoccupied lots if thrown into use would immediately\nresult in materially decreasing rents of all occupied sites, de-\ncreasing rentals throughout the city, would not this be a very\ndesirable change in view of the fact that an added stimulus\nwould be given to the building trades of which there are over\nforty that coordinate in the construction and furnishing of a\nmodern building?\nAs land values rise, wages for labor and interest for capital\nfall, this is an iron-bound law which deviates not one hair's\nbreadth in its operation and by the operation of this iron-bound\nlaw those who control the natural resources (land) can and\ndo exploit both labor and capital at their leisure.\nPrices of all commodities have been steadily rising, and\nperceptibly so for the past twenty-five years. High prices are\nnot solely due to the European War as the American press\nwould now have us believe; we were confronted by high prices\nbefore the war. One has only to refer to old files of the press\nfor proof of this fact, and as for cost of print paper the Con-\ngressional Record during the Taft Administration will show\nthe hot fight made by the monopolist for a tariff on wood pulp.\nRemedy: Exempt all labor created values from taxation and\nplace the burden of taxation upon land value, that value which\nnaturally increases as population increases and the result will\nbe that labor values will decrease in price to the minimum,\nrents will fall and the price of all raw material will decrease\nas all productive land is thrown into use, increasing the supply\nat the same time freeing production, stimulating business and\nincreasing prosperity for all.\nYours for cheap print paper and barrels of ink with which\nto open the eyes of a sleeping public to the irrefutable fact,\nthat, \"As land values rise, wages for labor and interest for\ncapital fall.\"\nI refuse to be \"gentle\" after reading your erroneous state-\nment, hence this effusion.\nRespectfully,\nReceiving Ship, Navy Yard, New York."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1224", "page_fin": "1224", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "The Fairy", "titre_sommaire": "The Fairy", "signature_source": "Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1224", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 5757, "fin_caractere_exclue": 7650, "texte": "The Fairy\nBlanche Shoemaker Wagstaff.\nri)VER the jewelled waves I see a fairy dancing, poised in\nazure and tinted with the hue of peach-bloom. Her\nbreasts are like twin-shells a-sparkle, and her white feet tread\nthe waves in manner fanciful. Her brow is diademed in rain-\nbow, and the glimmer of her tresses dyes the sea's blue into\nshadowy sapphire.\nAs she nears me sailing like a gossamer spirit, I cry:\n*'What nereid are you dancing before me?\"\nSinging, she strikes upon a dazzling lyre that stills the winds.\nHer hands lie like lilies on the quivering strings.\n\"I am Happiness,\" she sings, \"I am Joy that comes up with\nthe shining banners of the dawn. I am Beauty that all mor-\ntals seek. I am the white Dream of man's youth. I am the\nincarnate flower of all loveliness. I am the wreathed dryad\nof all song! Take me to your bosom! Drink of my lips that\nyou may faint of ecstasy!\"\nI gaze i pon her shuddering loveliness. Gold and opal shim-\nmer about her. Her sun-shot breast drips silvery brine, and\nher mouth is like a rose a-thirst.\nI cry: \"Are you the dream that sends men mad with beauty\nterrible!\"\nThe sea is like a million pearls. Diaphanous she dances\nbefore me, beckoning, beckoning, beckoning. . . .\nThe waves unfold me. I swim out into the calm blue. She\nis there before me beckoning with her lips and eyes tremulous.\nSwooning, she plays upon her lyre, and its melody sings before\nme. . . .1 follow through the sea, ever onward, toward\nthe sun-flame of her tresses, seeking for the phantom loveli-\nness.\nFairy! why are you always before me mist enveloped? ever\nbeckoning with your breast a-shimmer. . . . ever there be-\nyond my reach?\nRainbow-rapture, let me clasp you!\nDryad! Gossamer vision! where are you? My aching\narms are empty, and I am weary seeking. . . .\nWraith of azure! spirit of Joy—you are but a beautiful\nchimaera shining before me on the desert of the wave. . . ."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1224", "page_fin": "1225", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "A Perfect Feminine", "titre_sommaire": "A Perfect Feminine", "signature_source": "Peer Gynt", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1224", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 7652, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8032, "texte": "A Perfect Feminine\n\nF was a dreary morning; the first snow-fall of the year was\nthreatening. I was chilly and felt very pessimistic. People\nwere running hither and thither, their pinched noses, pinched\nfeet and pinched bodies reminding one of a Japanese mummy,\npinched and wrapped even as they were, lest it should decay.\nWhither were they rushing, these squirrel-like haunted hu-"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1225", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 44, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3221, "texte": "mans? Was it to be buried in the pit of endless toil for yet\nanother day?\nFor lack of anything better to do I turned in the direction of\nFleischmann's Baths.\nHalf an hour later I came out of my locker wearing the cus-\ntomary sheet-made toga. Where to find the lavatory was my\nnext consideration. I walked up the stairs and as I approached\nthe dormitory I stepped into a nearby room to inquire my way.\nOn my immediate right there was a double room whose door\nwas just a trifle open. I knocked twice. I heard a hurried\nmotion, and then a voice\n\"Come in.\"\nOne glance at the woman inside and I knew it would be no\neasy thing to get rid of me. I was interested.\nI saw rings of tobacco-smoke curling up from a cigarette\nwhich she held in her hand ; and though I had never smoked\nbefore, I went up to her and asked,\n\"Have you a butt to spare?\"\nShe nodded assent and without moving her body pointed to\na box on the radiator.\nNonchalantly, and as though I had done the same thing a\nthousand times, I took a cigarette between my fingers, struck a\nmatch on the box and waited silently until it was almost flick-\nering its last, then, lit my cigarette. I felt keen eyes pouring\ndown on me.\nHaving leisurely puffed for a few seconds I looked up. It\nwas my turn now. A body thin enough to be active and alert\nlay reclining on a cot, twin to the one on which I sat. Her\nhead was as masculine as that of Antinous was feminine. Any\nman would have been proud to carry high that forehead. Those\nof you who have seen the eyes of a panther, fierce yet loving—\nbecause they protect—see in full what I saw when I entered\nthat room.\n\"Are you alone?\" I asked.\n\"Yes, for the present; I expect my friend any minute,\" she\nanswered.\n\"May I keep you company until she comes? As soon as I\nhear foot-steps I will go.\"\n\"Oh that's all right.\"\nMy eyes wandered around the room; then looking straight\nat her I asked,\n\"Are you interested in woman suffrage?\"\n\"Are you? she inquired.\nHer tread was soft, mine must be likewise.\n'Well, not exactly interested, but all the same I would like to\nsee them get the vote.\"\nShe was up in an instant.\n\"There I disagree with you.\"\nHow strong and independent she was. She felt the need of\nweaklings who would fall back on her, to use her as their\nstrength.\n\"Are you sure,\" I asked, \"that it would be for their detriment\nrather than for their benefit if women were given the vote?\"\n\"Yes, I am sure, more than that I shall live tomorrow.\"\n\"Why?\" I begged. \"May I know your reasons?\"\n\"Yes. Don't you see, women were born to be feminine. They\nmust add their qualities to man's, so that together, they may\ncreate still finer qualities. I hate a woman to feign masculinity,\nand dress like a man. How stupid she is when she cuts her hair\nand puts on a slouch hat, then passes up and down a busy\nstreet with a look in her eyes which says, 'Behold, I have made\nmyself equal unto man'! She is but a poor imitation even at\nher best.\"\nJust then I heard a tiny, pat-pat-pat on the carpet outside.\nThere was a distinct rustle of skirts and petticoats; perfumes\nof all sorts stuffed the nose. A second elapsed, then, a timid\nknock. The door opened and in walked—a perfect feminine.\n\nPeer Gynt."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1225", "page_fin": "1225", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "The Last Hour", "titre_sommaire": "The Last Hour", "signature_source": "Gustave Flaubert ; Translated by Guido Bruno", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1225", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 3223, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8040, "texte": "The Last Hour\nBy Gustave Flaubert\nTranslated by Guido Bruno.\nOh! one cannot express in words, the bitterness and the gloom\nof a night passed at the side of a corpse; praying, crying at\nthe corpsc which will not be recalled to life. No one knows\nwhat a night full of tears and sobs contains of dread and ter-\nror ; a night in the light of two dead candles, passed in the\nsociety of twe women with a monotonous sing-song, with cheap\n- tears and with grotesquely-resounding hymns! No one knows\nwhat such a night of desperation and mourning inflicts upon\nthe heart; what misery and grief. Upon the youth, scepticism;\nupon the old, despair.\nThe da\\ approached! But after the dawn had broken, while\nthe two candles were dying out, both women left the room and\nI remained alone. I hurried after them, I clutched their aprons\nand I grasped convulsively their clothes!\n\"My sisteiv\" I asked. \"Yes, my sister Lelia! Where is she?\"\nThey look at me in amazement.\n\"My sister! You asked me to pray and I have prayed so\nthat she may return. You have fooled me!\n\"But that was for her soul!\"\nHer soul? What did that mean? They often had spoken to\nme about God, but never of the soul.\nGod! That at least I could understand. If they had asked\nme what it meant, I would have taken Lelia's canary, I would\nhave crushed its head with my hands and I would have said,\n\"I too, am God!\" But the soul? The soul? What is it? I\nwas bold enough to ask them, but they left me without an an-\nswer. Her soul!\nWell, they have fooled me, these women. What I really\nwanted was Lelia, who played with me on the lawn and in the\nwoods, wh»; used to lay on the grass, picking flowers and\nthrowing them to the winds. Lelia, my darling little sister\nwith big blue eyes; Lelia who embraced me every evening after\nshe had played with her doll, with her little lamb and with her\ncanary.\nPool sister! For you did I cry; you I wanted badly and\nthese barbaric people answered me: 'No, you will never see\nher again; you did not pray for her but for her soul! For\nsomething unknown, which is indetermined as is a word of a\nforeign language; for a breath; for a word, for nothing; in\nshort, for her soul have you prayed!\"\nHer soul' her soul! I despise it; her soul. I pity her; I\ndon't want to think of her any more. What shall I do with\nher soul? Dc you know what it is, her soul? Her body it is\nthat I want! her look, her life, shortly, her! And you, you\nhave given me back nothing of all this.\nThese women have fooled me; and I have cursed them.\nThis cursc has fallen back upon me, upon the foolish phil-\nosopher whe cannot comprehend a word without spelling it,\nwho cannot believe in a soul without feeling it and who cannot\nfear a God whose blows he faces as Aschylos caused his\nPrometheus to do and whom he loathes so much that he would\nnot even defame him.\nIV\nOften I said to myself looking up to the Sun: \"Why do you\nshine upon every day with all this sorrow? Why do you put\ninto the light of the broad day so much of grief and such un-\nspeakably foolish misery?\nOften I said to myself, observing myself: \"Why are you\nhere? Whr, don't you dry your tears while you are crying with\none well-aimed shot whose inevitable consequences not even a\nGod could prevent.\"\nOften I said to myself, looking at all the people who are\nhastening, hunting after a name; after a throne; after the ideal\nof virtue—all things that are more or less shallow and sense-\nless—looking at this whirl, this glowing lava, this unclean\nchaos of joy, vice, of deeds, of emotions, of matter and of pas-\nsion ; \"where to, does all this pass? Upon whom will descend\nall this badly-odored dust, as it is carried away by the wind?\nIn the grave of what nobody will it be incarcerated?\"\nAnd still oftener I said to myself at the sight of the forests\nof this much-admired Nature; of this wonderful sun-setting\nevery evening and rising every morning, which shines equally\nbeautiful on a day rich in tears as on the day of happiness, at\nthe sight of trees, of the sea and of the skies resplendent with\nmyriads of stars; how often have I said to myself in bitter de-\nspair: \"What is all this here for?\"\nV\nOne thought came to me and that is the only remorse which\never tortured me; never have I felt remorse as I thought that\nmen are not good and not bad; not guilty and not innocent; I\nknow that I do not act out of my free-will, but am prompted\nby a moving force, by a universal power, by a faith which is\nstronger than I am! I shall never mourn about the fooleries\ncommitted by my enemy. I also find I should have lived as I\nam dying; happily and quietly; instead of crying and cursing\nGod I should have laughed and should have faced him; I\nshould have killed my tears in laughter. I should have forgot-\nten reality; instead of mourning lost love I should have been\none with life.\nI should have lived."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.19", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 257, "fin_caractere_exclue": 957, "texte": "A CHRISTMAS GIFT\nA GIFT OF LOVE\nFrank Harris' Oscar Wilde, His Life\nand His Confessions\nA book so true, so pure and so beautiful that a mother\nshould put it in the trunk of her departing daughter, the\nlover should give it to his bride as his most precious gift;\nthe bad man, should he stop and glance through it, will stop\nagain, and read it, read it to the end; a book that should be\nreproduced in millions of copies to find a place in the libra-\nries of the wealthy, on the modest bookshelves of the poor\nand in the cell of the man who serves a life sentence.\nOnly a few copies of the limited first and only edition to\nbe had.\nTen Dollars for both volumes.\nThe Garret Shop, 105 Fourth Ave.\nNew York"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.20", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 959, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1340, "texte": "TUESDAY, the 2nd of JANUARY\nMr. Daniel Kennedy, Auctioneer,\nwill sell at public auction in No. 105\nFourth Ave., BOOKS, DRAWINGS,\nVALUABLE AUTOGRAPHS,\nPAINTINGS and Original MANU-\nSCRIPTS, being part of Guido\nBruno's Collection, removed recently\nfrom his Garret on Washington Sq.\nCatalogues will be sent, and seats\nreserved on application.\nTHE GARRET SHOP\n105 Fourth Avenue New York"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.21", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 1342, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1788, "texte": "At THE NEW ROMA RESTAURANT of health where\nyou eat first class and quality of Italian and American cook-\ning at moderate prices, a la Carte, run by the well known\nPETER ROMA, nothing will be neglected with the bestft\nattention to everybody. Everything is brand new and sani-\ntary. Dancing every Saturday and Sunday. Grand Hall for\nBanquets, Weddings, etc.\nP. ROMA, Manager\n87-89 Macdougal St., cor. 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It contains the story of Bruno's Garrett from a public grave\ndigger's tool house to the exhibition gallery of modern artists' work.\nBruno's Weekly, 10 Fifth Avenue, New York City."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.23", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2202, "fin_caractere_exclue": 2904, "texte": "14 Stories by Maupassant,\nF®r 35 cents postpaid\nStories of the Tragedy and Comedy of Life, with\nan introduction by Paul Bourget. Prettily printed in\nlarge type on superior paper, with illustrations in\ncolor by Clare Victor Dwiggins. 16mo, stiff dark\ngreen paper cover, rough edges. (196 pages.) New\nYork, M. Walter Dunne, 1914. (Pub. 50 cents.)\nComprises the following short stories: The False\nGems, Was it a Dream?; Simon's Paper; In the Moon-\nlight; The Old Maid; The Lancer's Wife; The Sequel\nto a Divorce; The Englishwoman; Sentiment; The\nFishermen; In his Sweetheart's Livery; Bertha; Dis-\ncovery; and A Message of Love.\nCONDOR'S BOOK STORE\n366 Fifth Ave.\nWrite for interesting catalogue of books."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaaq-1916-12-16-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.24", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 2906, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3572, "texte": "OSCAR WILDE'S\nImpressions of America\nedited with an introduction by Stuart Mason.\nOne of the original 500 copies printed*\nThis book, written by Oscar Wilde upon his return from\nthat memorable lecture tour through America, contains\nsome of the finest characterizations of America, as Wilde\nsaw it. 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-1916-12-16-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaaq_1916-12-16_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "1226", "page_fin": "1226", "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=bmtnaaq19161216-01.2.25", "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": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 3574, "fin_caractere_exclue": 3703, "texte": "R. 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M. Holmes\nThe Last Hour, by Gustave Flaubert"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "[1220]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.2", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nEdited by Guido Bruno\nNo. 25\nDECEMBER 16th, MCMXVI\nVol. 11l\nCopyright 1916 by Guido Bruno\n\nVictory and Defeat\nEvery victory shows a more difficult height to scale, a steeper\npinnacle of god-like hardship—that's the reward of victory: it\nprovides the hero with ever-new battle-fields; no rest for him\nthis side the grave.\nBut what of defeat? What sweet is there in its bitter? This\nmay be said for it; it is our great school: punishment teaches\npity, just as suffering teaches sympathy. In defeat the brave soul\nlearns kinship with other men, takes the rub to heart; seeks out\nthe reason for the fall in his own weakness, and ever afterwards\nfinds it impossible to judge, much less condemn his fellow. But\nafter all no one can hurt us but ourselves; prison, hard labour,\nand the hate of men; what are these if they make you truer,\nwiser, kinder?\nHave you come to grief through self-indulgence and good-liv-\ning? Here are months in which men will take care that you\nshall eat badly and lie hard. Did you lack respect for others?\nHere are men who will show you no consideration. Were you\ncareless of others' sufferings? Here nozv you shall agonize\nunheeded: gaolers and governors as well as black cells just to\nteach you. Thank your stars then for every day's experience,\nfor, when you have learned the lesson of it and turned its dis-\ncipline into service, the prison shall transform itself into a\nhermitage, the dungeon into a home; the burnt skilly shall be\nsweet in your mouth; and your rest on the plank bed the dream-\nless slumber of a little child.\nFrank Harris in \"Oscar Wilde, His Life and His Confessions\"\n\nThe Trail of Oscar Wilde in America\nOne hundred and fifty contemporary newspaper interviews\ncollected by Guido Bruno\nJ7EW men, at least of his age, have been so much talked about,\nand certainly none so much laughed at, as Oscar Wilde.\nCuriosity as to his personal appearance has been by no means\nabated by the many descriptions published, for readers at once\nrecognize the fact that in some cases the most vivid language\nis useless to convey a correct impression, and Oscar Wilde has\nbeen considered a sufficiently unique personage to be one of\nthose cases. Consequently, when a Witness reporter was\nushered into the poet's room at the Windsor Hotel this morning,\nhis personal as well as professional curiosity was somewhat\ndisappointed to find no poet visible. He was there, however,\nand his apparent absence was only due to the tobacco smoke\nwhich hovered ethereally about his poetic form, and through\nwhich his countenance was presently revealed. Reclining in an\narmchair in the midst of anything but artistic, not to speak of\naesthetic, surroundings, was the apostle of art and aestheticism.\nMr. Wilde, as he rose and extended a large, gentle hand to\nthe visitor, showed to full advantage. Tall, and well-propor\ntioned, his large figure was clad in graceful garments of soft\nhomespun. The absence of knee-breeches and hose was at first\na painful shock, but the effect was partly removed by a glance\nat the massive throat; the broad turned down collar was de-\ncidedly *'all but,\" while the aesthetic dull red necktie, baffling\ncomprehension as to the manner of its putting on, can only be\ndescribed as \"quite consummately too.\" But attention could not\nremain long fixed on the attire. Mr. Wilde's face, surrounded\nand framed by a mass of long, untamed, tawny hair, is massive,\nalmost colossol, and at the same time very pleasant in feature\nand expression, especially so far as the poetic eyes are con-\ncerned. But mere description, as was before hinted, is of\nnecessity somewhat powerless.\nMr. Wilde, who speaks with the accent generally credited to\nthe higher classes of London society, and by no means uncom-\nmon in the region of Pall Mall, showed no objection whatever\nto being interviewed, and kindly refrained from making any\nof those unpleasant remarks about journalists which his experi-\nence with them would seem to justify. When asked what opin-\nion he had formed of the probable results of his campaign, he\nat once said that after all the nonsense written about him had\nbeen forgotten, good and lasting results would remain. In the\ncities where he had been, decorative art societies had been\nstarted, and old societies had been brought into more pro-\nminence. His immense correspondence was entirely on this\nsubject. \"Here,\" said Mr. Wilde, \"is a letter only received this\nmorning, referring to tbe effect of my visit to Philadelphia last\nweek.\" The letter was from Charles Leland, the famous \"Hans\nBreitmann,\" and a member of ''the school,\" thanking Mr. Wilde\nfor the good he had done in connection with the teaching of\nart principles to the young. These results are being seen in\nthe increase of orders given to the art societies. Mr. Wilde\nmentioned an incident which showed the way in which he was\nable to help on native art. In Chicago he came across a young\nAmerican sculptor of really extrordinary power and genius,\nbut unknown. He spoke about him, and told the people that\nthey could not really appreciate art if they neglected the native\ntalent in their own city. Now, that young sculptor has ever\nso many commissions.\nq;iesti°ner asked how the British and Americans com-\npared in their reception of his teachings. Mr. Wilde could\nhardly give a definite answer. \"In America, you see, I have\nfor the first time been face to face with people who have never\nseen any good art; as to their reception of what I say, while,\nno doubt, many come to hear me just from curiosity, yet after-\nward I am continually getting letters from these people saying\nhow they have been pleased with this or that point in my\nlectures. The great thing is to get them to come, for when they\ncome they always see what I mean. And,\" said Mr. Wilde,\n\"what one really wants is not to be either blamed or praised,\nbut to be understood.\"\n''You have been all over the United States now, have you\nnot, Mr. Wilde?\"\n\"I have been all over the States except in the South, and I\nsuppose, though it is difficult to guess, that I have spoken to\nsome two hundred thousand people. I have found the people\nvery willing and ready to listen and appreciate.\"\nMr. Wilde has been in California, and is quite enthusiastic\nover it; \"it is Italy without art,\" was his judgment of the\nHoodlum city. Only he obiected to its being called the Hood-\nlum city. He said, \"No, it is the city of fine men and beautiful\nwomen! San Francisco has the most lovely surroundings of\nany city except Naples. I lectured there six times, and had thg\nmost delightful and appreciative audiences. People's apprecia-\ntion of beauty depends so much on what they are accustomed\nto see around them. It might be thought otherwise from those\nwho live in beautiful places not speaking about beauty, but\nthey have no need to talk about it. That is our object. We\nwant to see the homes of the people beautiful, and when that\nis the case people will no longer talk of the beautiful at all.\nWe are forced to do so now because there are so many ugly\nthings in the world. In the ideal state of art there will be no\nart lecturer.\nMr. Wilde went on to speak of the knowledge of art in the\ndifferent countries, England and America.\"In England, now,\nwe have the great advantage of models of art always with us,\nin the cathedrals, in the colleges of Oxford and Cambridge,\nand in many buildings of the finest architecture. In America\nthe great want is of absolute models of art. The art which is\nlearned from books is very worthless at best.\" Speaking of\nthe aims of the movement with which he is identified, Mr.\nWilde urged strongly that people should occupv a good deal\nmore of their time with simple things. > ''It is all very well to\ndevote time to little flower vases; they do for ladies' drawing\nrooms, but that is not touching the people. It is the people we\nwant to touch, and this can only be done by beginning with\nsimple things. The least things, every household article should\nbe made beautiful, and I had far rather that, instead of designs\nfor flower vases, a good design should be produced for a simple"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "1221", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.3", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nTo be Continued.\n\njug and basin, instead of the coarse pottery, inartistic in color\nand outline, which is now common.\"\n\"What do you think is the present position of the movement\nin England, Mr. Wilde?\"\n''Well, you may best understand that from the fact that Mr.\nMorris has just received from the Government the contract for\nthe decoration of St. James's Palace. The movement is one\nthat must be recognized. We have entirely altered the condi-\ntion of society in respect to art, and no one will now furnish\na house without having regard to art principles.\"\nMr. Wilde said all this with a simplicity of language and\nmanner, and a hearty sincerity which were quite refreshing\nafter the carrjcatures which we have sometimes been led to\nimagine were imitations of the Arch-Aesthete. During the\nwhole conversation, \"stained-glass\" attitudes were conspicuously\nabsent, and languid lackadaiscality was also entirely wanting.\nOnce, indeed, the lithe-limbed poet sank into a position recalling\nin a faint degree certain creations of Du Maurier's imagina-\ntion, and few could produce so aesthetic a yawn as once occur-\nred in the intervals of puffing a cigarette. But these were evi-\ndently too natural to suggest even the ghost of a smile to the\nmost risible. And when the visitor withdrew, leaving Oscar\nWilde to plunge again into the wisdom of Mr. Shorthouse's\nsudden-famed \"John Inglesant,\" and thinking as he went that\nbehind the closed door there reclined neither a Postlethwaite,\na Lambert Streyke nor a Reginald Runthorne, and that Messrs.\nDu Maurier, Burnand and Gilbert had all done him a grave\ninjustice.\n(The Daily Witness, May 15th, 1882.)\nAestheticism's Apostle in Toronto\nMr. Wilde kept pretty closely in his room at the Queen's\nHotel to-day. He takes his meals in his room. Shortly after\nnoon, on the invitation of the Society of Artists, the apostle\nvisited the exhibition of paintings in the Society's rooms on\nKing Street. The rooms were seldom so densely crowded since they\nw? e pened as they were at the moment the aesthete stepped into\nthe room. He is certainly a striking figure. But the fact that\nhe wore a pair of light inexpressibles instead of the knee\nbreeches, with which his name is so much associated, seemed\nto prove rather a disappointment. His hair is abundantly long;\nhis manner is dignified; his voice is soft, and his speech that\nof the English aristocrat. He wore a garment over all which\nmay be described as a toga, slung across his shoulders with a\ncord, in the manner of the cloak of a French marshal. On ar-\nriving, he was introduced by his agent to Mr. Martin and the\nother artists who were present. He has certainly a fine face\nof effeminate cast. His smile is sweetness and light itself. After\nthe introductions, he addressed himself to inspecting the pic-\ntures. He was quite free in his criticisms, singling out both\nbeauties and defects. Mr. Martin who acted as cicerone had\nto stand by and hear praise lavished on more than one of his\nown pictures. But H. R. Watson's paintings took Mr. Wilde's\nfancy most. He expressed great surprise when he learned the\nartist's age and that he had never been to Paris. \"He has\nexact manner of the modern French artists.\"\nMr. Wilde afterwards went to the University in company\nwith Professor Pike, who is a college mate. In conversation\nwith the reporter, Oscar said that he approved of the outward\ndesigns of the Canadian architects, but in most instances the\ninterior colouring was bad. In reply to a question as to\nwhether he did not think the Toronto ladies the handsomest in\nthe world, he said that the ladies of every town he had been\nin were the handsomest in the world. It may be mentioned\nincidentally that the sale of reserved seats warrants the belief\nthat there will not be standing room at the Grand to-night.\n(The Evening News, Toronto, May 25th, 1882.)\nOscar Wilde in Chinatown in San Francisco\nLast night, after the close of his lecture, Oscar Wilde, ac-\ncompanied by Charles E. Locke, Mr. Vail, his business manager,\nThomas Keogh and an Examiner reporter, and guided by spe-\ncial officers James Hamilton and Edward McLaughlin, made\na thorough inspection of the Chinese quarter of the city, Mr.\nWilde having expressed a wish to see all the inner secrets of\nChinatown, no matter at what cost to his olfactory and optical\nnerves, the two experienced guides fulfilled his desire to the\nutmost extent of their ability. Josshouses, Chinese hospitals in\nEllick Alley, theaters, lodging-houses, underground burrows,\nMurderers' Alley, the haunts of the highbinders, the holes of\nthe rag-pickers, opium dens, gambling-houses, places of the\nmost questionable character, restaurants, slaughter-houses, offal\ndepositaries, merchants' residences, pawnbrokers' stores, junk\nstores, fish and hog markets, and all the thousands and one\nqueer haunts of the Celestial people were thoroughly explored.\n\"This is just like a chapter from the Arabian Nights,\" said\nMr. Wilde, on leaving the principal Joss House,\"and I fell\nexactly like Haroun al Raschid on an anonymous tour in the\nstreets of Bagdad.\" ''What a picture for Burne, Jones or Val\nPriuseh,\" he exclaimed, when a lamp was procured and light\nshed upon a dozen heathens stowed away in a cellar. Mr.\nWilde was particularly pleased with the barbaric decorations\nof the large restaurant on Jackson Street, and stopped there to\nfeast his appetite on tea and preserves. It was nearly half-\npast 1 o'clock when the party separated, and Mr. Wilde thanked\nhis guides for their attention.\n(Daily Examiner, March 20th, 1882.)\nThe Art Aspect of Oscar Wilde in Nebraska\nHe is picturesque. But sometimes the picturesque requires\ndistance. Too near, Oscar Wilde has too much of the neutral\ntint. The gray of the velvet and the gray of the face make\nthe monotone—to change the figure—a little weary. See him\non the platform and listen to him. Then, there is a man whom\nno man or woman will fail to recognize as among the highest.\nIs Milton high? The man whose youth produced L'Allegro\nand Comus, and, when he was poor, old and blind—the vision\nof Paradise Lost. Then is Oscar Wilde high. His is the first\nMiltonic face there has been in England since John Milton.\nJohn the Divine—John the beloved—who laid his head on the\nbreast of Christ, and in solitary exile saw the Apocalypse—\nOscar Wilde's face is such as the classic painters give to him.\nHe also has a gospel-—yet no new gospel, for Christ compre-\nhended it all when he sent his disciples consider the lilies of\nthe field, when he would have them understand the true human\nmethod of growth. The Democrat writes these sentences hon-\nestly, after hearing Mr. Wilde address the students at the Uni-\nversity this morning. He stood there and conversed. The\ndistance and the light, warmed the gray, and brought into it\na tone of Imperial purple. And then such talk. Right down\ninto centers and natures of things—a stream of sweet and light\ndiffusing words such as Coleridge was wont to speak when\nEngland's greatest sat listening long nights without thought of\ninterrupting.\n(Daily Democrat, April 24th, 1882.)\n\nTwo Hitherto Unpublished Letters by\nOscar Wilde\nOSCAR.\nHotel Marsollies,\nThe Marsollies,\nTuesday, June 6th, 1899.\nMy Dear Smithers:—\nThank you for your letter. I hope to receive soon the title-\npage Dedication, and play-bill or the \"Ideal Husband.\" In\nact 11. the word \"decollete\" occurs, please see that the accents\nare putin on the right.\nAs regards that annoying absurdity Roberts, the statements\nhe made were made quite seriously, as far as manners goes:\nhe said for instance to Bonie the last time he saw him, \"I sup-\npose Wilde has no idea at all that I have got his play?\" Bonie\nsaid he did not know, and asked me when I saw him. This is\nonly one out of many things he said. What was I to think?\nI naturally thought that you had written the \"Bordereau,\" and\nsold it to Schwartz-kopper. Seguah. Hence 4<l\" affaire\nSmithers now, of course, you are acquitted and this proves\nthat the real traitor is Worsley—Esterhazy, assisted by Du\nPaty—Roberts. This is I hope clear to you.\nI await the cheque for £12. I don't propose to stay at Havre,\nbut somewhere near, Blanberberg is, or used to be fashionable.\nIf the cheque comes tonight I hope to get away Thursday.\nI saw Ernest Dowson the other night. He forced me to go to\nthe Pantheon at midnight. It was dreadful. A Cafe, Pande-\nmonium.\nThe drawing of the cover of Hulle is like a terrible carica-\nture of Ernest. This was, I suppose, intended. Weather here\nquite terrible. -\nYours"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "1222", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.4", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\n16 Tite Street, Chelsea, S. W.\nOSCAR WILDE.\nMy Dear Alice:—\nThe non-appearance of the review makes no matter, and my\nletter was merely a bit of nonsense.\nI think I have got quite as much praise as is good for me,\nas you will see from the enclosed leaflet, and America has\nexhausted itself in complimentary adjectives. I have been\nreading your charming and clever story, \"Meg's Friend,\" and\nhave said a few words about it in my Xmas number, which\nis now being printed. You have certainly a most sympathic\ntouch, and a very graceful style.\nI am hard at work at some new stories, which I think you\nwill like. Why don't you send me something for the Woman's\nWorld.\" I want an article on Spinets and Harpsichords, with\nreferences to the South Kensington collection, for illustrations.\nLove to your mother.\nEver sincerely yours,\n(From the Collection of Mr. P. Madigan)\n\nThe Return\nE. C. Beckwith.\nI MET them on the high road to the city, a man and a little\nboy.\n\"How far to the town, brother ?\" I asked.\n\"Not far. But three miles,\" the man answered, and I saw\nthat though his face was young he seemed very sad and tired.\n\"We have just come from there.\"\n\"And are never going back,\" the child said wistfully, looking\nat me with his gentle blue eyes. \"It has hurt him so. He\nwanted to go there, and we came, leaving the peaceful country\nwhere we were happy. He thought he would find what he\nlonged for, riches and fame.\"\n\"And he has not found them?\" I asked, though the man's\nweary downcast head told me that he had not.\n\"No,\" the child said. \"Nor will he ever find them, for now\nhe no longer desires to. We are going home to the country\nwhere he was happy, the country we left to come here. And\nin the city he tried as the others, to win fame and riches, until\nat last he saw as I had told him, that he was happier without\nthem. He is content to go back now to where we came from.\nHe knew me long ago, when he too was a child and happy\nwithout thought of fame or riches. And do you go there seek-\ning them?\"\nAs I gazed at the deep blue eyes of the child, truth and wis-\ndom crept into my heart.\n\"No,\" I answered. 4'l am going there seeking neither, but\nthe little tasks which I have always done.\"\n<4lt is not there you will be happy in them,\" said the child.\n\"No more than he.\" And as he spoke he clasped the hand of\nthe man who stood beside him in the highroad that leads to the\ncity.\n''Come,\" he said softly, \"we are going home.\" And turning,\nthey left me. I stood there looking after them a long while,\nuntil they had nearly disappeared in the distance, then I went\nslowly homeward, toward the country where I remembered I\ntoo had been happy, where I had wanted neither fame nor\nriches, and I wondered if it would seem to me as it did before\nI had ever left it.\n\nThe Fortune-maker.\nJames Waldo Fawcet\nhe was young\nHe earned a fortune\nIn the usual way;\nIn middle age\nHe went abroad;\nBut all too late.\nItaly annoyed him\nAnd France was not half\nSo fine as his own backyard.\n\nFrank Harris.\nWhatever you love and trust in this world loves\nyou in return*\n\nThree Poems by Tom Sleeper\nChatham Square\nDISEASE is spread upon his moth-white face,\nAs fungus growths upon a mouldy loaf.\nAnd, sneaking like a lothsome pest,\nHe lives his life—a muttered oath.\nSkulking behind this thing and that,\nA skinny hand outstretched for alms,\nA blotted soul adrift amid the scum\nOf New York's dizzy whirls and calms.\nA derelict in Life's Sargosso Sea;\nDespised, discarded, and an unimportant thing\nLike filthy paper in a waste-can thrown,\nHe lives a morsel life—a venomed sting.\n\nThe Second Advent\nThe Master Speaks\no\\ the weary, faultless, years,\nThe foolish, aimless, backward years,\nSince first I stood on Lebanon\nAnd spoke this way!\nHow you have taken simple words\nThat set forth truths, forever new,\nDistorted them to suit your ends\nAnd made them useless clay.\nToday I stood within the place\nYou've built to your poor childish God,\nI saw the pomp and painted dull parade\nAnd pitied you.\nBut more I marveled at the fact\nYou based your hollow, silly, show\nOn what you thought that I had said\nWhen thought was new.\n/ loved the countryside and open dusty road—\nThe cedars and the shining pebble beach\nAnd never bid you set one place or day\nTo worship God.\nHow sadly little have you understood\nOf all I tried to tell by Gallalea\nYou took my metaphors and imagry for truth, but let\nMy simpler paths untrod.\nAnd many years must yet dim in the past\nBefore the people that make up this motley world\nWill come at last, and as a whole to understand\nWhat their eyes see.\n\"Do unto others as you would that they\nShould likewise do unto thyself and thine\"\nWould you could see how practical it is,\nHow it must be.\n\nNorthern Lights\nJgOREAL splendor\nBrilliant as day dreams!\nDesolate radiance!\nSpeaking a language unknown,\nUncover your mystery\nBring me the message\nLanguage of God!\n\nThe Moon\nMildred Antisdale.\n'J'HE moon is rising. I can see it from the window which\nlooks over the roofs of the city. The moon is huge. It is\nlarger than many things which I supposed were large. And it\nis high. It is higher even than the Singer Tower."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "1223", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.5", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n* Copyright 1896 the Roycrofters.\n\nOn Going to Church\nBy George Bernard Shaw\nI\n(As it appeared originally in the late Elbert Hubbard's Series.)\n'J'O M&, as a modern man, concerned with matters of fine art\nand living in London by tiie sweat of my brain, 'tis\na grim fact that I dwell in a world which, unable to live by\nbread alone, lives spiritually on alcohol and morphia. Young\nand excessively sentimental city people live on love, and de-\nlignt in poetry or in writing wiiicii ueciares that love is Alpna\nand Omega. But an attentive examination will generally es-\ntablish the fact that this kind of love, ethereal as it seems, is\nmerely a symptom of the drugs I have mentioned, and does not\noccur independently except in those persons whose normal state\nis similar to that induced in healthy persons by narcotic stimu-\nlants. If from the fine are of to-day we set aside feelingness\nof prosaic art, which is, properly, not fine art at all, we may\nsafely refer most of the rest to feeling produced by the teapot,\nthe bottle, or the hypodermic syringe.\nAn exhibition of the cleverest men and women in London at\nfive p. m., with their afternoon tea cut off, would shatter many\nillusions. Tea and coffee and cigarettes produce conversation;\nlager beer and pipes produce routine journalism; wine and\ngallantry produce brilliant journalism, essays and novels;\nbrandy and cigars produce violently devotional or erotic poetry;\nmorphia produces tragic exaltation (useful on the stage) ; and\nsobriety produces an average curate's sermon.\nstrychnine and arsenic may be taken as pick-me-ups;\ndoctors quite understand that \"tonics\" means drams of\nether; chlorodyne is a universal medicine; chloral, sulphonal\nand the like call up Nature's great destroyer, artificial sleep;\nbromide of potassium will reduce the over-sensitive man of\ngenius to a condition in which the alighting of a wasp on his\nnaked eyeball will not make him wink; hasheesh tempts the\ndreamer by the Oriental glamour of its reputation; and gin is\na cheap substitute for all these anodynes. Most of the activity\nof the Press, the Pulpit, the Platform and the Theatre is only\na symptom of the activity of the drug trade, the tea trade, the\ntobacco trade and the liquor trade. The world is not going\nfrom bad to worse, it is true; but the increased facilities which\nconstitute the advance of civilization include facilities for\ndrugging one's self. These facilities wipe whole races of black\nmen off the face of the earth; and every extension and refine-\nment of them picks a stratum out of white society and devotes\nit to destruction. Such traditions of the gross old habits as\nhave reached me seem to be based on the idea of first doing\nyour day's work and then enjoying yourself by getting drunk.\nNowadays you get drunk to enable you to begin work.\nQJHAKESPEARE'S opportunities of meddling with his nerves\nwere much more limited than Dante Rossetti's ; but\nit is not clear that the advantages of the change lay with Ros-\nsetti. Besides, though Shakespeare may, as tradition asserts,\nhave died of drink in a ditch, he at all events conceived alcohol\nas an enemy put by a man into his own mouth to sreal away\nhis brains; whereas the modern man conceives it as an indis-\npensable means of setting his brains going. We drink and\ndrug, not for the pleasure of it, but for Dutch inspiration and\nby the advice of our doctors, as duelists drink for Dutch cour-\nage by the advice of their seconds. Obviously this systematic,\nutilitarian drugging and stimulating, though necessarily \"mod-\nerate\" (so as not to defeat its own object), is more dangerous\nthan the old boozing if we are to regard the use of stimulants\nas an evil.\nfor me, I do not clearly see where a scientific line can be\ndrawn between food and stimulants. I cannot say, like\nNinon de l'Enclos, that a bowl of soup intoxicates me; but it\nstimulates me as much as I want to be stimulated, which is,\nperhaps, all that Ninon meant. Still, I have not failed to ob-\nserve that all the drugs, from tea to morphia, and all the\ndrams, from lager beer to brandy, dull the edge of self-criti-\ncism and make a man content with something less than the best\nwork of which he is soberly capable. He thinks his work bet-\nter, when he is really only more easily satisfied with himself.\nThose whose daily task is only a routine, for the sufficient dis-\ncharge of which a man need hardly be more than half alive,\nmay seek this fool's paradise without detriment to their work;,\nbut to those professional men whose art affords practically\nboundless scope for skill of execution and elevation of thought,\nto take drug or dram is to sacrifice the keenest, most precious\npart of life to a dollop of lazy and vulgar comfort for wnich\nno true man of genius should have any greater stomach than\nthe lady of the manor has for her ploughman's lump of fat\nbacon.\nJ7OR the creative artist stimulants are especially dangerous,\nsince they produce that terrible dream-glamour in which\nthe ugly, the grotesque, the wicked, the morbific begin to fasci-\nnate and obsess instead of disgusting. This effect, however\nfaint it may be, is always produced in some degree by drugs.\nThe mark left on a novel in the \"Leisure Hour\" by a cup of\ntea may be imperceptible to a bishop's wife who has just had\ntwo cups; but the effect is there as certainly as if De Quincey's\neight thousand drops of laudanum had been substituted.\nII\nQNLY a very little experience of the world of art and letters\nwill convince any open-minded person that abstinence,\npure and simple, is not a practicable remedy for this state of\nthings. There is a considerable commercial demand for maud-\nlin or nightmarish art and literature which no sober person\nwould produce, the manufacture of which must accordingly be\nfrankly classed industrially with the unhealthly trades, and\nmorally with the manufacture of unwholesome sweets for chil-\ndren or the distilling of gin. What the victims of this industry\ncall imagination and artistic faculty is nothing but attenuated\ndelirium tremens, like Pasteur's attenuated hydrophobia. It is\nuseless to encumber an argument with these predestined chil-\ndren of perdition. The only profitable cases are those to con-\nsider of people engaged in the healthy pursuit of those arts\nwhich afford scope for the greatest mental and physical energy,\nthe clearest and acutest reason and the most elevated percep-\ntion. Work of this kind requires an intensity of energy of\nwhich no ordinary labourer or routine official can form any\nconception. If the dreams of Keeleyism could be so far realized\nas to transmute human brain enery into vulgar explosive force,\nthe head of Shakespeare, used as a bombshell, might conceiv-\nably blow England out of the sea. At all events, the succession\nof efforts by which a Shakespearean play, a Beethoven sym-\nphony, or a Wagner music-drama is produced, though it may\nnot overtax Shakespeare, Beethoven or Wagner, must certainly\ntax even them to the utmost, and would be as prodigiously im-\npossible to the average professional man as the writing of an\nordinary leading article to a ploughman.\nis called professional work is, in point of severity,\njust what you choose to make it; either commonplace,\neasy and requiring only extensive industry to be lucrative, or\nelse distinguished, difficult and exacting the fiercest intensive\nindustry in return, after a probation of twenty years or so, for\nauthority, reputation and an income only sufficient for simple\nhabits and plain living. The whole professional world lies be-\ntween these two extremes. At the one, you have the man to\nwhom his profession is only a means of making himself and his\nfamily comfortable and prosperousat the other, you have the\nman who sacrifices everything and everybody, himself included,\nto the perfection of his work—to the passion for efficiency which\nis the true mastei-passion of the artist. At the one, work is a\nnecessary evil and money-making a pleasure; at the other,\nwork is the objective realization of life and moneymaking a\nnuisance. At the one, men drink and drug to make themselves\ncomfortable; at the other, to stimulate their working faculty.\nPreach mere abstinence to the one, and you are preaching noth-\ning but diminution of happiness. Preach it to the other, and\nyou are proposing a reduction of efficiency. If you are to pre-\nvail, you must propose a substitute. And the only one I have\nyet been able to hit on is—going to church.\nTo be Continued.\n\nNot before the scandal starts the scamp in good\nsociety."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "1224", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.6", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n\nThe High Cost of Paper\nJ. M. HOLMES.\nNovember 29th, 1916.\nEditor Bruno's Weekly:\nRETURNED herewith, for correction of statement thereon,\nfind cover of your periodical dated October 18, 1916, to\nwit:\n\"TO YOU GENTLE READER\"\n\"Owing to the fact that American raw material is placed at\nthe disposal of foreign manufacturers, the cost of paper and\nprinters ink increased during the last year two and three times\ntheir original prices.''\nThe above statement is illogical, incorrect and misleading,\nin that it implies that the quantity of raw material is limited\nand that prices are now fixed by such limitation. Are they?\nIf raw material be naturally limited, the law of supply and\ndemand would naturally operate in the establishment of price\nor cost per unit. Are you prepared to defend your incorrect\nstatement on the ground that the increased price of print paper\nand printers ink are fixed due to a limited quantity of raw\nmaterial ? Is it not obvious that the monopoly of the natural\nresources, from which the raw materials are drawn, are respon-\nsible for restricted production, which results in high prices for\nthe finished commodity?\nOn page 276 Abstract of United States Census 19)0, you will\nnote that during the last decade (1900-1910) Agricultural and\nForest land values increased 118.1%; such a phenomenal in-\ncrease in the value of rural lands, during the short period of\nten years, must necessarily be reflected in increased price of\nall raw materials.\nDue to increasing population all lands are steadily increasing\nin value, and as rent for land is first cost (overhead charge)\nin all production, is it not evident that as land values rise that\nthe cost of raw material as well as the finished product must\nalso advance?\nIf the source from which all raw material comes (land)\nsteadily increases in value, does it not stand to reason that the\nprice of raw material must increase in like proportion, and if\ngreat areas are held from use does not this holding out of ust\nfurther operate to increase the value of that area in use and\ndo not these increasing values reflect themselves in an increased\nprice per unit of the commodity? Combinations may be formed,\nand often do conspire to raise the prices, but they are more\noften compelled to do so as a last resort, in order that they\nmay meet the incessant demand of labor for higher wages,\nwhich demand is caused by ever increasing land values upon\nwhich labor is compelled to pay ever increasing rent as the\nvalue rises, and as more and more of the wages of labor goes\nto pay rent upon increasing land value, less and less of labor's\nwages can be used with which to purchase the actual necessi-\nties of life and as that part spent for necessities decreases due\nto the greater part going to pay rent upon land, labor of ab-\nsolute necessity is compelled to demand a higher wage, which\nin turn is charged to cost price of the commodity. Now: Is\nit not clear that rising land values are the fundamental cause\nof high prices in all production? The increasing land value\nforces both labor and capital to increase the price and the\nbeneficiary is the land-lord—the holder of the earth—the land.\nIn the city of greater New York there are over one million\ntwo hundred thousand vacant lots now held from use and\noccupancy by persons demanding high prices from those who\ndesire to use these lands, in fact, the prices are so high that\npeople are compelled to herd like animals in some localities,\npaying exhorbitant rentals for the most squalid quarters, result-\ning in low standards of living with its attendant evils. Is it\nnot obvious that the holding out of use these desirable sites\nmust enable the holders of the now occupied sites to exact a\nhigher rental from the present lot users, and is it evident\nthat these unoccupied lots if thrown into use would immediately\nresult in materially decreasing rents of all occupied sites, de-\ncreasing rentals throughout the city, would not this be a very\ndesirable change in view of the fact that an added stimulus\nwould be given to the building trades of which there are over\nforty that coordinate in the construction and furnishing of a\nmodern building?\nAs land values rise, wages for labor and interest for capital\nfall, this is an iron-bound law which deviates not one hair's\nbreadth in its operation and by the operation of this iron-bound\nlaw those who control the natural resources (land) can and\ndo exploit both labor and capital at their leisure.\nPrices of all commodities have been steadily rising, and\nperceptibly so for the past twenty-five years. High prices are\nnot solely due to the European War as the American press\nwould now have us believe; we were confronted by high prices\nbefore the war. One has only to refer to old files of the press\nfor proof of this fact, and as for cost of print paper the Con-\ngressional Record during the Taft Administration will show\nthe hot fight made by the monopolist for a tariff on wood pulp.\nRemedy: Exempt all labor created values from taxation and\nplace the burden of taxation upon land value, that value which\nnaturally increases as population increases and the result will\nbe that labor values will decrease in price to the minimum,\nrents will fall and the price of all raw material will decrease\nas all productive land is thrown into use, increasing the supply\nat the same time freeing production, stimulating business and\nincreasing prosperity for all.\nYours for cheap print paper and barrels of ink with which\nto open the eyes of a sleeping public to the irrefutable fact,\nthat, \"As land values rise, wages for labor and interest for\ncapital fall.\"\nI refuse to be \"gentle\" after reading your erroneous state-\nment, hence this effusion.\nRespectfully,\nReceiving Ship, Navy Yard, New York.\n\nThe Fairy\nBlanche Shoemaker Wagstaff.\nri)VER the jewelled waves I see a fairy dancing, poised in\nazure and tinted with the hue of peach-bloom. Her\nbreasts are like twin-shells a-sparkle, and her white feet tread\nthe waves in manner fanciful. Her brow is diademed in rain-\nbow, and the glimmer of her tresses dyes the sea's blue into\nshadowy sapphire.\nAs she nears me sailing like a gossamer spirit, I cry:\n*'What nereid are you dancing before me?\"\nSinging, she strikes upon a dazzling lyre that stills the winds.\nHer hands lie like lilies on the quivering strings.\n\"I am Happiness,\" she sings, \"I am Joy that comes up with\nthe shining banners of the dawn. I am Beauty that all mor-\ntals seek. I am the white Dream of man's youth. I am the\nincarnate flower of all loveliness. I am the wreathed dryad\nof all song! Take me to your bosom! Drink of my lips that\nyou may faint of ecstasy!\"\nI gaze i pon her shuddering loveliness. Gold and opal shim-\nmer about her. Her sun-shot breast drips silvery brine, and\nher mouth is like a rose a-thirst.\nI cry: \"Are you the dream that sends men mad with beauty\nterrible!\"\nThe sea is like a million pearls. Diaphanous she dances\nbefore me, beckoning, beckoning, beckoning. . . .\nThe waves unfold me. I swim out into the calm blue. She\nis there before me beckoning with her lips and eyes tremulous.\nSwooning, she plays upon her lyre, and its melody sings before\nme. . . .1 follow through the sea, ever onward, toward\nthe sun-flame of her tresses, seeking for the phantom loveli-\nness.\nFairy! why are you always before me mist enveloped? ever\nbeckoning with your breast a-shimmer. . . . ever there be-\nyond my reach?\nRainbow-rapture, let me clasp you!\nDryad! Gossamer vision! where are you? My aching\narms are empty, and I am weary seeking. . . .\nWraith of azure! spirit of Joy—you are but a beautiful\nchimaera shining before me on the desert of the wave. . . .\n\nA Perfect Feminine\n\nF was a dreary morning; the first snow-fall of the year was\nthreatening. I was chilly and felt very pessimistic. People\nwere running hither and thither, their pinched noses, pinched\nfeet and pinched bodies reminding one of a Japanese mummy,\npinched and wrapped even as they were, lest it should decay.\nWhither were they rushing, these squirrel-like haunted hu-"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "1225", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.7", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\n(Continued from last issue)\n\nmans? Was it to be buried in the pit of endless toil for yet\nanother day?\nFor lack of anything better to do I turned in the direction of\nFleischmann's Baths.\nHalf an hour later I came out of my locker wearing the cus-\ntomary sheet-made toga. Where to find the lavatory was my\nnext consideration. I walked up the stairs and as I approached\nthe dormitory I stepped into a nearby room to inquire my way.\nOn my immediate right there was a double room whose door\nwas just a trifle open. I knocked twice. I heard a hurried\nmotion, and then a voice\n\"Come in.\"\nOne glance at the woman inside and I knew it would be no\neasy thing to get rid of me. I was interested.\nI saw rings of tobacco-smoke curling up from a cigarette\nwhich she held in her hand ; and though I had never smoked\nbefore, I went up to her and asked,\n\"Have you a butt to spare?\"\nShe nodded assent and without moving her body pointed to\na box on the radiator.\nNonchalantly, and as though I had done the same thing a\nthousand times, I took a cigarette between my fingers, struck a\nmatch on the box and waited silently until it was almost flick-\nering its last, then, lit my cigarette. I felt keen eyes pouring\ndown on me.\nHaving leisurely puffed for a few seconds I looked up. It\nwas my turn now. A body thin enough to be active and alert\nlay reclining on a cot, twin to the one on which I sat. Her\nhead was as masculine as that of Antinous was feminine. Any\nman would have been proud to carry high that forehead. Those\nof you who have seen the eyes of a panther, fierce yet loving—\nbecause they protect—see in full what I saw when I entered\nthat room.\n\"Are you alone?\" I asked.\n\"Yes, for the present; I expect my friend any minute,\" she\nanswered.\n\"May I keep you company until she comes? As soon as I\nhear foot-steps I will go.\"\n\"Oh that's all right.\"\nMy eyes wandered around the room; then looking straight\nat her I asked,\n\"Are you interested in woman suffrage?\"\n\"Are you? she inquired.\nHer tread was soft, mine must be likewise.\n'Well, not exactly interested, but all the same I would like to\nsee them get the vote.\"\nShe was up in an instant.\n\"There I disagree with you.\"\nHow strong and independent she was. She felt the need of\nweaklings who would fall back on her, to use her as their\nstrength.\n\"Are you sure,\" I asked, \"that it would be for their detriment\nrather than for their benefit if women were given the vote?\"\n\"Yes, I am sure, more than that I shall live tomorrow.\"\n\"Why?\" I begged. \"May I know your reasons?\"\n\"Yes. Don't you see, women were born to be feminine. They\nmust add their qualities to man's, so that together, they may\ncreate still finer qualities. I hate a woman to feign masculinity,\nand dress like a man. How stupid she is when she cuts her hair\nand puts on a slouch hat, then passes up and down a busy\nstreet with a look in her eyes which says, 'Behold, I have made\nmyself equal unto man'! She is but a poor imitation even at\nher best.\"\nJust then I heard a tiny, pat-pat-pat on the carpet outside.\nThere was a distinct rustle of skirts and petticoats; perfumes\nof all sorts stuffed the nose. A second elapsed, then, a timid\nknock. The door opened and in walked—a perfect feminine.\n\nPeer Gynt.\n\nThe Last Hour\nBy Gustave Flaubert\nTranslated by Guido Bruno.\nOh! one cannot express in words, the bitterness and the gloom\nof a night passed at the side of a corpse; praying, crying at\nthe corpsc which will not be recalled to life. No one knows\nwhat a night full of tears and sobs contains of dread and ter-\nror ; a night in the light of two dead candles, passed in the\nsociety of twe women with a monotonous sing-song, with cheap\n- tears and with grotesquely-resounding hymns! No one knows\nwhat such a night of desperation and mourning inflicts upon\nthe heart; what misery and grief. Upon the youth, scepticism;\nupon the old, despair.\nThe da\\ approached! But after the dawn had broken, while\nthe two candles were dying out, both women left the room and\nI remained alone. I hurried after them, I clutched their aprons\nand I grasped convulsively their clothes!\n\"My sisteiv\" I asked. \"Yes, my sister Lelia! Where is she?\"\nThey look at me in amazement.\n\"My sister! You asked me to pray and I have prayed so\nthat she may return. You have fooled me!\n\"But that was for her soul!\"\nHer soul? What did that mean? They often had spoken to\nme about God, but never of the soul.\nGod! That at least I could understand. If they had asked\nme what it meant, I would have taken Lelia's canary, I would\nhave crushed its head with my hands and I would have said,\n\"I too, am God!\" But the soul? The soul? What is it? I\nwas bold enough to ask them, but they left me without an an-\nswer. Her soul!\nWell, they have fooled me, these women. What I really\nwanted was Lelia, who played with me on the lawn and in the\nwoods, wh»; used to lay on the grass, picking flowers and\nthrowing them to the winds. Lelia, my darling little sister\nwith big blue eyes; Lelia who embraced me every evening after\nshe had played with her doll, with her little lamb and with her\ncanary.\nPool sister! For you did I cry; you I wanted badly and\nthese barbaric people answered me: 'No, you will never see\nher again; you did not pray for her but for her soul! For\nsomething unknown, which is indetermined as is a word of a\nforeign language; for a breath; for a word, for nothing; in\nshort, for her soul have you prayed!\"\nHer soul' her soul! I despise it; her soul. I pity her; I\ndon't want to think of her any more. What shall I do with\nher soul? Dc you know what it is, her soul? Her body it is\nthat I want! her look, her life, shortly, her! And you, you\nhave given me back nothing of all this.\nThese women have fooled me; and I have cursed them.\nThis cursc has fallen back upon me, upon the foolish phil-\nosopher whe cannot comprehend a word without spelling it,\nwho cannot believe in a soul without feeling it and who cannot\nfear a God whose blows he faces as Aschylos caused his\nPrometheus to do and whom he loathes so much that he would\nnot even defame him.\nIV\nOften I said to myself looking up to the Sun: \"Why do you\nshine upon every day with all this sorrow? Why do you put\ninto the light of the broad day so much of grief and such un-\nspeakably foolish misery?\nOften I said to myself, observing myself: \"Why are you\nhere? Whr, don't you dry your tears while you are crying with\none well-aimed shot whose inevitable consequences not even a\nGod could prevent.\"\nOften I said to myself, looking at all the people who are\nhastening, hunting after a name; after a throne; after the ideal\nof virtue—all things that are more or less shallow and sense-\nless—looking at this whirl, this glowing lava, this unclean\nchaos of joy, vice, of deeds, of emotions, of matter and of pas-\nsion ; \"where to, does all this pass? Upon whom will descend\nall this badly-odored dust, as it is carried away by the wind?\nIn the grave of what nobody will it be incarcerated?\"\nAnd still oftener I said to myself at the sight of the forests\nof this much-admired Nature; of this wonderful sun-setting\nevery evening and rising every morning, which shines equally\nbeautiful on a day rich in tears as on the day of happiness, at\nthe sight of trees, of the sea and of the skies resplendent with\nmyriads of stars; how often have I said to myself in bitter de-\nspair: \"What is all this here for?\"\nV\nOne thought came to me and that is the only remorse which\never tortured me; never have I felt remorse as I thought that\nmen are not good and not bad; not guilty and not innocent; I\nknow that I do not act out of my free-will, but am prompted\nby a moving force, by a universal power, by a faith which is\nstronger than I am! I shall never mourn about the fooleries\ncommitted by my enemy. I also find I should have lived as I\nam dying; happily and quietly; instead of crying and cursing\nGod I should have laughed and should have faced him; I\nshould have killed my tears in laughter. I should have forgot-\nten reality; instead of mourning lost love I should have been\none with life.\nI should have lived."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "1226", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaaq19161216-01.1.8", "texte": "BRUNO'S WEEKLY\nBruno's Weekly, published weekly by Bruno's Weekly, Inc., at No. 10 Fifth Avenue, New York City. Edited\nand written by Guido Bruno. 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