{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_sha256": "e89b601cf295f0c409e17d298d3174f57f16785c91b5b03a877176bc71f25b46", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/01_01/bmtnaat_1914-01_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/01_01/bmtnaat_1914-01_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Love of One's Neighbor", "titre_sommaire": "Love of One's Neighbor", "signature_source": "Leonid Andreyev", "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=bmtnaat191401-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 41, "texte": "Love of One's Neighbor\nBy Leonid Andreyev"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 2", "page_fin": "couv. 2", "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "titre_sommaire": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "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": "couv. 2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1097, "texte": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is\nthat embodied in its declaration of absolute\nfreedom of expression, which makes for a range\nbroad enough to include every temperament from\nthe most radical to the most conservative, the only\nrequisite being that the work should have unmistakable\nmerit. Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than is\nafforded him in the restricted space allotted by the\nother magazines. Published monthly, or more frequently\nif possible, THE GLEBE will issue twelve\nto twenty books per year, chosen on their merits\nalone, since the subscription list does away with the\nneed of catering to the popular demand that confronts\nevery publisher. Thus, THE GLEBE can\npromise the best work of American and foreign\nauthors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will vary\nwith the cost of publication, but the yearly subscription,\nincluding special numbers, is three dollars."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "titre_sommaire": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 22, "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[3]", "page_fin": "[3]", "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "titre_sommaire": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "signature_source": "LEONID ANDREYEV", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "[3]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 41, "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\nBY\nLEONID ANDREYEV"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "5", "page_fin": "40", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 42, "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "titre_sommaire": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 951, "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\nSCENE. A wild place in the mountains.\n(A man in an attitude of despair is standing on a\ntiny projection of a rock that rises almost sheer\nfrom the ground. How he got there it is not easy to\nsay; but he cannot be reached either from above or\nbelow. Short ladders, ropes and sticks show that\nattempts have been made to save the unknown per-\nson, but without success.\nIt seems that the unhappy man has been in that\ndesperate position a long time. A considerable crowd\nhas already collected, extremely varied in composi-\ntion. There are venders of cold drinks; there is a\nwhole little bar behind zvhich the bartender skips\nabout out of breath and perspiring—he has more\non his hands than he can attend to; there are peddlers\nselling picture postal cards; coral beads, souvenirs;\nand all sorts of trash. One fellow is stubbornly try-\ning to dispose of a tortoise-shell comb, zvhich is\nreally not tortoise-shell. Tourists keep pouring"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1166, "texte": "from all sides, attracted by the report that a catas-\ntrophe is impending—Englishmen, Americans, Ger-\nmans, Russians, Frenchmen, Italians, etc., with all\ntheir peculiar national traits of character, manner\nand dress. Nearly all carry alpenstocks, field-glasses\nand cameras. The conversation is in different lan-\nguages, all of which, for the convenience of the\nreader, we shall translate into English.\nAt the foot of the rock where the unknown man\nis to fall, two policemen are chasing the children\naway and partitioning off a space, drawing a rope\naround short stakes stuck in the ground. It is noisy\nand jolly.)\nPOLICEMAN. Get away, you loafer! The man'll\nfall on your head and then your mother and father\nwill be making a hullabaloo about it.\nBOY. Will he fall here?\nPOLICEMAN. Yes, here.\nBOY. Suppose he drops farther ?\nSECOND POLICEMAN. The boy is right. He\nmay get desperate and jump, land beyond the rope\nand hit some people in the crowd. I guess he weighs\nat least about two hundred pounds.\nFIRST POLICEMAN. Move on, move on, you!\nWhere are you going ? Is that your daughter, lady ?\nPlease take her away! The young man will soon\nfall."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 984, "texte": "LADY. Soon? Did you say he is going to fall\nsoon? Oh, heavens, and my husband's not here!\nLITTLE GIRL. He's in the cafe, mamma.\nLADY (desperately). Yes, of course. He's al-\nways in the cafe. Go call him, Nellie. Tell him the\nman will soon drop. Hurry! Hurry!\nVOICES. Waiter! Gargon Kellner—Three\nbeers out here!—No beer?—What?—Say, that's a\nfine bar—We'll have some in a moment—Hurry\nup—Waiter!—Waiter!—Gargon!\nFIRST POLICEMAN. Say, boy, you're here again?\nBOY. I wanted to take the stone away.\nPOLICEMAN. What for ?\nBOY. SO he shouldn't get hurt so badly when he\nfalls.\nSECOND POLICEMAN. The boy is right. We\nought to remove the stone. We ought to clear the\nplace altogether. Isn't there any sawdust or sand\nabout ?\n(Two English tourists enter. They look at the\nunknown man through field-glasses and exchange\nremarks.)\nFIRST TOURIST. He's young.\nSECOND TOURIST. How old?\nFIRST TOURIST. Twenty-eight.\nSECOND TOURIST. Twenty-six. Fright has made\nhim look older."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 981, "texte": "FIRST TOURIST. HOW much will you bet?\nSECOND TOURIST. Ten to a hundred. Put it\ndown.\nFIRST TOURIST (writing in his note-hook. To\nthe policeman). How did he got up there? Why\ndon't they take him off?\nPOLICEMAN. They tried, but they couldn't. Our\nladders are too short.\nSECOND TOURIST. Has he been here long?\nPOLICEMAN. TWO days.\nFIRST TOURIST. Aha! He'll drop at night.\nSECOND TOURIST. In two hours. A hundred to\na hundred.\nFIRST TOURIST. Put it down. (He shouts to\nthe man on the rock.) How are you feeling?\nWhat ? I can't hear you.\nUNKNOWN MAN (in a scarcely audible voice).\nBad, very bad.\nLADY. Oh, heavens, and my husband is not\nhere!\nLITTLE GIRL (running in). Papa said he'll get\nhere in plenty of time. He's playing chess.\nLADY. Oh, heavens! Nellie, tell him he must\ncome. I insist. But perhaps I had rather— Will\nhe fall soon, Mr. Policeman? No? Nellie, you\ngo. I'll stay here and keep the place for papa.\n(A tallj lanky woman of unusually independent"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1164, "texte": "and military appearance and a tourist dispute for the\nsame place. The tourist, a short, quiet, rather weak\nman, feebly defends his rights; the woman is reso-\nlute and aggressive.)\nTOURIST. But, lady, it is my place. I have been\nstanding here for two hours.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What do I care how long\nyou have been standing here. I want this place. Do\nyou understand? It offers a good view, and that's\njust what I want. Do you understand?\nTOURIST {weakly). It's what I want, too.\nMILITARY WOMAN. I beg your pardon, what\ndo you know about these things anyway ?\nTOURIST. What knowledge is required ? A man\nwill fall. That's all.\nMILITARY WOMAN ( mim). \"A man will\nfall. That's all.\" Won't you have the goodness to\ntell me whether you have ever seen a man fall?\nNo? Well, I did. Not one, but three. Two acro-\nbats, one rope-walker and three aeronauts.\nTOURIST. That makes six.\nMILITARY WOMAN (mimicking). \"That makes\nsix.\" Say, you are a mathematical prodigy. And\ndid you ever see a tiger tear a woman to pieces in a\nzoo, right before your eyes? Eh? What? Yes,\nexactly. Now, I did— Please! Please!\n(The tourist steps aside, shrugging his shoulders"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1154, "texte": "with an air of injury,and the woman tri-\numphantly takes possession of the stone she has won\nby her prowess. She sits down, spreading out\naround her her bag, handkerchiefs, peppermints,\nand medicine bottle, takes off her gloves and wipes\nher field-glass, glancing pleasantly on all around.\nFinally she turns to the lady who is waiting for her\nhusband in the cafe.)\nMILITARY WOMAN (amiably). You will tire\nyourself out, dear. Why don't you sit down?\nLADY. Oh, my, don't talk about it. My legs are\nas stiff as that rock there.\nMILITARY WOMAN. Men are so rude now-\nadays. They will never give their place to a woman.\nHave you brought peppermints with you ?\nLADY ( frightened). No. Why? Is it neces-\nsary ?\nMILITARY WOMAN. When you keep looking up\na long time you are bound to get sick. Sure thing.\nHave you spirits of ammonia? No? Good gra-\ncious, how thoughtless! How will they bring you\nback to consciousness when he falls? You haven't\nany smelling salts either, I dare say. Of course not.\nHave you anybody to take care of you, seeing that\nyou are so helpless yourself ?\nLADY (frightened).l will tell my husband. He\nis in the cafe."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 962, "texte": "MILITARY WOMAN. Your husband is a brute.\nPOLICEMAN. Whose coat is this? Who threw\nthis rag here?\nBOY. It's mine. I spread my coat there so that\nhe doesn't hurt himself so badly when he falls.\nPOLICEMAN. Take it away.\n(Two tourists armed with cameras contending\nfor the same position.)\nFIRST TOURIST. I wanted this place.\nSECOND TOURIST. YOU wanted it, but I got it.\nFIRST TOURIST. YOU just came here. I have\nhad this place for two days.\nSECOND TOURIST. Then why did you go with-\nout even leaving your shadow ?\nFIRST TOURIST. I wasn't going to starve myself\nto death.\nCOMB-VENDER (mysteriously). Tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST (savagely ). Well ?\nVENDOR. Genuine tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST. GO to the devil.\nTHIRD TOURIST, PHOTOGRAPHER. For heaven's\nsake, lady, you're sitting on my camera!\nLITTLE LADY. Oh! Where is it?\nTOURIST. Under you, under you, lady.\nLITTLE LADY. lam so tired. What a wretched\ncamera you have. I thought it felt uncomfortable"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1144, "texte": "and I was wondering why. Now I know; I am\nsitting on your camera.\nTOURIST (agonized). Lady!\nLITTLE LADY. I thought it was a stone. I saw\nsomething lying there and I thought: A queer-look-\ning stone; I wonder why it's so black. So that's\nwhat it was; it was your camera. I see.\nTOURIST (agonized). Lady, for heaven's sake!\nLITTLE LADY. Why is it so large, tell me.\nCameras are small, but this one is so large. I swear\nI never had the faintest suspicion it was a camera.\nCan you take my picture ? I would so much like to\nhave my picture taken with the mountains here for a\nbackground, in this wonderful setting.\nTOURIST. HOW can I take your picture if you\nare sitting on my camera?\nLITTLE LADY (jumping up, . Is it\npossible? You don't say so. Why didn't you tell\nme so ? Does it take pictures ?\nVOICES. Waiter, one beer!—What did you\nbring wine for?—I gave you my order long ago.—\nWhat will you have, sir?—One minute.—In a\nsecond. Waiter!—W aiter—Toothpicks!—\n(A fat tourist enters in haste, panting, sur-\nrounded by a numerous family.)\nTOURIST (crying). Mary! Aleck! Jimmie!—\nWhere is Mary? For God's sake! Where is Mary?"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1067, "texte": "STUDENT {dismally). Here she is, papa.\nTOURIST. Where is she? Mary!\nGIRL. Here I am, papa.\nTOURIST. Where in the world are you? {He\nturns around.) Ah, there! What are you standing\nback of me for? Look, look! For goodness sake,\nwhere are you looking?\nGIRL {dismally). I don't know, papa.\nTOURIST. No, that's impossible. Imagine! She\nnever once saw a lightning flash. She always keeps\nher eyes open as wide as onions, but the instant it\nflashes she closes them. So she never saw lightning,\nnot once. Mary, you are missing it again. There\nit is! You see!\nSTUDENT. She sees, papa.\nTOURIST. Keep an eye on her. {Suddenly\ndropping into tone of profound pity.) Ah, poor\nyoung man. Imagine! He'll fall from that high\nrock. Look, children, see how pale he is! That\nshould be a lesson to you how dangerous climbing is.\nSTUDENT {dismally). He won't fall to-day,\npapa!\nSECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary has closed her eyes\nagain.\nFIRST STUDENT. Let us sit down, papa! Upon\nmy word, he won't fall to-day. The porter told me\nso. I can't stand it any more. You've been"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1032, "texte": "dragging us about every day from morning till night\nvisiting art galleries.\nTOURIST. What's that? For whose benefit am\nI doing this? Do you think I enjoy spending my\ntime with a dunce ?\nSECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary is blinking her eyes\nagain.\nSECOND STUDENT. I can't stand it either. I\nhave terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamed of gar-\ngons the whole night long.\nTOURIST. Jimmie.\nFIRST STUDENT. I have gotten so thin I am\nnothing but skin and bones. I can't stand it any\nmore, father. I'd rather be a farmer, or tend pigs.\nTOURIST. Aleck.\nFIRST STUDENT. If he were really to fall—but\nit's a fake. You believe every lie told you! They\nall lie. Baedecker lies, too. Yes, your Baedecker\nlies!\nMARY {dismally). Papa, children, he's begin-\nning to fall.\n{The man on the rock shouts something down\ninto the crowd. There is general commotion.\nVoices, \"Look, he's falling Field-glasses are\nraised,\\ the photographers, violently agitated, click\ntheir cameras; the policemen diligently clean the\nplace where he is to fall.)"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 948, "texte": "PHOTOGRAPHER. Oh, hang it! What is the\nmatter with me? The devil! When a man's in a\nhurry—\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Brother, your camera\nis closed.\nPHOTOGRAPHER. The devil take it.\nVOICES. Hush! He's getting ready to fall.—\nNo, he's saying something.—No, he's falling.—\nHush!\nUNKNOWN MAN ON THE ROCK {faintly). Save\nme! Save me!\nTOURIST. Ah, poor young man. Mary, Jimmie,\nthere's a tragedy for you. The sky is clear, the\nweather is beautiful, and has he to fall and be shat-\ntered to death? Can you realize how dreadful that\nis, Aleck?\nSTUDENT {wearily). Yes, I can realize it.\nTOURIST. Mary, can you realize it? Imagine.\nThere is the sky. There are people enjoying them-\nselves and partaking of refreshments. Everything\nis no nice and pleasant, and he has to fall. What a\ntragedy! Do you remember Hamlet ?\nSECOND GIRL {prompting). Hamlet, Prince of\nDenmark, of Alsinore.\nJA MES. Of Helsingfors, I know. Don't bother\nme, father!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1026, "texte": "MARY {dismally). He dreamed about gargons\nall night long.\nALECK. Why don't you order sandwiches,\nfather.\nCOMB-VENDER {mysteriously). Tortoise-shell.\nGenuine tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST ( credulously ). Stolen ?\nVENDOR. Why, sir, the idea!\nTOURIST {angrily). Do you mean to tell me it's\ngenuine if it isn't stolen? Go on. Not much.\nMILITARY WOMAN {amiably). Are all these\nyour children?\nTOURIST. Yes, madam. A father's duty. You\nsee, they are protesting. It is the eternal conflict\nbetween fathers and children. Here is such a\ntragedy going on, such a heart-rending tragedy—\nMary, you are blinking your eyes again.\nMILITARY WOMAN. YOU are quite right. Chil-\ndren must be hardened to things. But why do you\ncall this a terrible tragedy? Every roofer, when he\nfalls, falls from a great height. But this here—what\nis it? A hundred, two hundred feet. I saw a man\nfall plumb from the sky.\nTOURIST {overwhelmed). You don't say?\nALECK. Children, listen. Plumb from the sky.\nMILITARY WOMAN. Yes, yes. I saw an aero-"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1128, "texte": "naut drop from the clouds and go crash upon an\niron roof.\nTOURIST. HOW terrible!\nMILITARY WOMAN. That's what I call a tragedy.\nIt took two hours to bring me back to consciousness,\nand all that time they pumped water on me, the\nscoundrels. I was nearly drowned. From that day\non I never step out of the door without taking spirits\nof ammonia with me.\n( Enter a strolling troop of Italian singers and\nmusicians: a short, fat tenor, with a reddish heard\nand large, watery, stupidly dreamy eyes, singing\nwith extraordinary sweetness; a skinny humpback\nwith a jockey cap, and a screeching baritone; a bass\nwho is also a mandolinist, looking like a bandit; a\ngirl with a violin, closing her eyes when she plays,\nso that only the whites are seen. They take their\nstand and begin to sing: iCSuI mare lucica—Santa\nLucia, Santa Lucia—\")\nMARY {dismally). Papa, children, look. He is\nbeginning to wave his hands.\nTOURIST. IS that the effect the music has upon\nhim?\nMILITARY WOMAN. Quite possible. Music\nusually goes with such things. But that'll make him\nfall sooner than he should. Musicians, go away\nfrom here! Go!"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1035, "texte": "(A tall tourist, with up-curled mustache, vio-\nlently gesticulating, enters, followed by a small\ngroup attracted by curiosity.)\nTALL TOURIST. It's scandalous. Why don't\nthey save him ? Ladies and gentlemen, you all heard\nhim shout: \"Save me.\" Didn't you?\nTHE CURIOUS {in chorus). Yes, yes, we heard\nhim.\nTALL TOURIST. There you are. I distinctly\nheard these words: \"Save me! Why don't they\nsave me?\" It's scandalous. Policemen, policemen!\nWhy don't you save him? What are you doing\nthere ?\nPOLICEMEN. We are cleaning up the place for\nhim to fall.\nTALL TOURIST. That's a sensible thing to do,\ntoo. But why don't you save him? You ought to\nsave him. If a man asks you to save him, it is ab-\nsolutely essential to save him. Isn't it so, ladies and\ngentlemen ?\nTHE CURIOUS (in chorus). True, absolutely\ntrue. It is essential to save him.\nTALL TOURIST (with heat). We are not\nheathens, we are Christians. We should love our\nneighbors. When a man asks to be saved every\nmeasure which the government has at its command"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.21", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1042, "texte": "should be taken to save him. Policemen, have you\ntaken every measure ?\nPOLICEMAN. Every one!\nTALL TOURIST. Every one without exception?\nGentleman, every measure has been taken. Listen,\nyoung man, every measure has been taken to save\nyou. Did you hear?\nUNKNOWN MAN {in a scarcely audible voice).\nSave me!\nTALL TOURIST {excitedly). Gentlemen, did you\nhear? He again asked to be saved. Policemen,\ndid you hear?\nONE OF THE CURIOUS {timidly). It is my\nopinion that it is absolutely necessary to save him.\nTALL TOURIST. That's right. Exactly. Why,\nthat's what I have been saying for the last two\nhours. Policemen, do you hear? It is scandalous.\nONE OF THE CURIOUS {a little bolder). It is my\nopinion that an appeal should be made to the high-\nest authority.\nTHE REST {in chorus). Yes, yes, a complaint\nshould be made. It is scandalous. The government\nought not to leave any of its citizens in danger. We\nall pay taxes. He must be saved.\nTALL TOURIST. Didn't I say so? Of course\nwe must put up a complaint. Young man! Listen,"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.22", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1097, "texte": "young man. Do you pay taxes? What? I can't\nhear.\nTOURIST. Jimmie, Katie, listen! What a\ntragedy! Ah, the poor young man! He is soon to\nfall and they ask him to pay a domiciliary tax.\nKATE (the girl with glaspedantically). That\ncan hardly be called a domicile, father. The mean-\ning of domicile is—\nJAMES (pinching her). Lickspittle.\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look! He's\nagain beginning to fall.\n{There is excitement in the crowd, and again a\nhustling and shouting among the photographers.)\nTALL TOURIST. We must hurry, ladies and\ngentlemen. He must be saved at any cost. Who's\ngoing with me ?\nTHE CURIOUS {in chorus). We are all going!\nWe are all going?\nTALL TOURIST. Policemen, did you hear?\nCome, ladies and gentlemen!\n{They depart, fiercely gesticulating. The cafe\ngrows more lively. The sound of clinking beer\nglasses and the clatter of steins is heard, and the he-\nginning of aloud German song. The bartender, zvho\nhas forgotten himself while talking somebody,\nstarts suddenly and runs off, looks up to the sky\nwith a hopeless air and wipes the perspiration from"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.23", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1011, "texte": "his face with his napkin. Angry calls of Waiter!\nWaiter!)\nUNKNOWN MAN (rather loudly). Can you let\nme have some soda water?\n( The waiter is startled, looks at the sky, glances\nat the man on the rock, and pretending not to have\nheard him, walks away.)\nMANY VOICES. Waiter! Beer!\nWAITER. One moment, one moment!\n( Two drunken men come out from the cafe.)\nLADY. Ah, there is my husband. Come here\nquick.\nMILITARY WOMAN. A downright brute.\nDRUNKEN MAN (waving his hand to the un-\nknown man). Say, is it very bad up there? Hey?\nUNKNOWN MAN (rather loudly). Yes, it's bad.\nI am sick and tired of it.\nDRUNKEN MAN. Can't you get a drink?\nUNKNOWN MAN. NO, how can I?\nSECOND DRUNKEN MAN. Say, what are you\ntalking about ? How can he get a drink ? The man\nis about to die and you tempt him and try to get\nhim excited. Listen, up there, we have been drink-\ning your health right along. It won't hurt you,\nwill it?\nFIRST DRUNKEN MAN. Ah, go on! What are\nyou talking about ? How can it hurt him ? Why."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.24", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1124, "texte": "it will only do him good. It will encourage him.\nListen, honest to God, we are very sorry for you,\nbut don't mind us. We are going to the cafe to\nhave another drink. Good-bye.\nSECOND DRUNKEN MAN. Look, what a crowd.\nFIRST DRUNKEN MAN. Come, or he'll fall and\nthen they'll close the cafe.\n{Enter a new crowd of tourists, a very elegant\ngentleman, the chief correspondent of European\nnewspapers at their head. He is followed by an\necstatic whisper of respect and admiration. Many\nleave the cafe to look at him, and even the waiter\nturns slightly around, glances at him quickly, smiles\nhappily and continues on his way, spilling something\nfrom his tray.)\nVOICES. The correspondent! The corre-\nspondent ! Look!\nLADY. Oh, my, and my husband is gone again!\nTOURIST. Jimmie, Mary, Aleck, Katie, Charlie,\nlook! This is the chief correspondent. Do you\nrealize it? The very highest of all. Whatever he\nwrites goes.\nKATE. Mary, dear, again you are not looking.\nALECK. I wish you would order some sand-\nwiches for us. I can't stand it any longer. A\nhuman being has to eat.\nTOURIST {ecstatically). What a tragedy!"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.25", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1122, "texte": "Katie dear, can you realize it ? Consider how\nawful. The weather is so beautiful, and the chief\ncorrespondent. Take out your note-book, Jimmie.\nJAMES. I lost it, father.\n-»\nCORRESPONDENT. Where is he? i\nVOICES (obligingly). There, there he is.\nThere! A little higher. Still higher! A little\nlower! No, higher!\nCORRESPONDENT. If you please, if you please,\nladies and gentlemen, I will find him myself. Oh,\nyes, there he is. Hm! What a situation!\nTOURIST. Won't you have a chair?\nCORRESPONDENT. Thank you. (Sits down.)\nHm! What a situation! Very interesting. Very\ninteresting, indeed. (Whisks out his\namiably to the photographers.) Have you taken\nany pictures yet, gentlemen?\nFIRST PHOTOGRAPHER. Yes, sir, certainly, cer-\ntainly. We have photographed the place showing\nthe general character of the locality—\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. The tragic situation\nof the young man—\nCORRESPONDENT. Ye-es, very, very interesting.\nTOURIST. Did you hear, Aleck? This smart\nman, the chief correspondent, says it's interesting,\nand you keep bothering about sandwiches. Dunce!\nALECK. May be he has had his dinner already."}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.26", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1071, "texte": "CORRESPONDENT. Ladies and gentlemen, I beg\nyou to be quiet.\nOBLIGING VOICES. It is quieter in the cafe.\nCORRESPONDENT (shouts to the unknown man).\nPermit me to introduce myself. I am the chief\ncorrespondent of the European press. I have been\nsent here at the special request of the editors. I\nshould like to ask you several questions concerning\nyour situation. What is your name ? What is your\ngeneral position? How old are you? (The un-\nknown man mumbles something.)\nCORRESPONDENT (a little puzzled). I can't hear\na thing. Has he been that way all the time ?\nVOICES. Yes, it's impossible to hear a word he\nsays.\nCORRESPONDENT (jotting down something in\nhis note-book). Fine! Are you a bachelor? (\nunknown man mumbles.)\nCORRESPONDENT. I can't hear you. Are you\nmarried? Yes?\nTOURIST. He said he was a bachelor.\nSECOND TOURIST. NO, he didn't. Of course,\nhe's married.\nCORRESPONDENT (carelessly). You think so?\nAll right. We'll put down, married. How many\nchildren have you? Can't hear! It seems to me\nhe said three. Hm! Anyway, we'll put down five."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.27", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1056, "texte": "TOURIST. Oh, my, what a tragedy. Five chil-\ndren ! Imagine!\nMILITARY WOMAN. He is lying.\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). How did you get\ninto this position? What? I can't hear? Louder!\nRepeat. What did you say? (Perplexedto the\ncrowd.) What did he say? The fellow has a\ndevilishly weak voice.\nFIRST TOURIST. It seems to me he said that he\nlost his way.\nSECOND TOURIST. NO, he doesn't know himself\nhow he got there.\nVOICES. He was out hunting.—He was climb-\ning up the rocks.—No, no! He is simply a lunatic!\nCORRESPONDENT. I beg your pardon, I beg\nyour pardon, ladies and gentlemen! Anyway, he\ndidn't drop from the sky. However— {He\nquickly jots down in his note-book.) Unhappy\nyoung man—suffering from childhood with attacks\nof lunacy.—The bright light of the full moon—the\nwild rocks.—Sleepy janitor—didn't notice—\nFIRST TOURIST {to the second, in a whisper).\nBut it's new moon now.\nSECOND TOURIST. GO, what does a layman\nknow about astronomy.\nTOURIST {ecstatically). Mary, pay attention to\nthis! You have before you an ocular demonstra-"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.28", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1194, "texte": "tion of the influence of the moon on living organ-\nisms. What a terrible tragedy to go out walking\non a moonlit night and find suddenly that you have\nclimbed to a place whence it is impossible to climb\ndown or be taken down.\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). What feelings\nare you experiencing ? I can't hear. Louder! Ah,\nso? Well, well! What a situation!\nCROWD {interested). Listen, listen! Let's\nhear what his feelings are. How terrible!\nCORRESPONDENT {writes in his note-book, toss-\ning out detached remarks). Mortal terror numbs\nhis limbs.—A cold shiver goes down his spinal\ncolumn.—No hope.—Before his mental vision rises\na picture of family bliss: Wife making sandwiches;\nhis five children innocently lisping their love.—\nGrandma in the arm-chair with a tube to her ear,\nthat is, grandpa in the arm-chair, with a tube to his\near and grandma.—Deeply moved by the sympathy\nof the public.—His last wish before his death that\nthe words he uttered with his last breath should be\npublished in our newspapers—\nMILITARY WOMAN {indignantly). My! He\nlies like a salesman.\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look, he is\nstarting to fall again.\nTOURIST {angrily). Don't bother me. Such a"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.29", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1077, "texte": "tragedy is unfolding itself right before your very\neyes—and you— What are you making such big\neyes for again?\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). Hold on fast.\nThat's it! My last question: What message do you\nwish to leave for your fellow citizens before you\ndepart for the better world?\nUNKNOWN MAN. That they may all go to the\ndevil.\nCORRESPONDENT. What? Hm, yes— {He\nwrites quickly.) Ardent love—is a stanch op-\nponent of the law granting equal rights to negroes.\nHis last words: \"Let the black niggers—\"\nPASTOR {out of breath, pushing through the\ncrowd). Where is he? Ah, there! Poor young\nman. Has there been no clergyman here yet ? No ?\nThank vou. Am I the first?\nCORRESPONDENT {writes). A touching dra-\nmatic moment.—A minister has arrived.—All are\ntrembling on the verge of suspense. Many are\nshedding tears—\nPASTOR. Excuse me, excuse me! Ladies and\ngentlemen, a lost soul wishes to make its peace with\nGod—- {He shouts.) My son, don't you wish to\nmake your peace with God? Confess your sins to\nme. I will grant you remission at once! What?\nI cannot hear?"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.30", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1142, "texte": "CORRESPONDENT {writes). The air is shaken\nwith the people's groans. The minister of the\nchurch exhorts the criminal, that is, the unfortun-\nate man, in touching language.—The unfortunate\ncreature with tears in his eyes thanks him in a faint\nvoice—\nUNKNOWN MAN {faintly). If you won't go\naway I will jump on your head. I weigh three\nhundred pounds. {AIljump away frightened\nhind each other.)\nVOICES. He is falling! He is falling!\nTOURIST (agitatingly). Mary, Aleck, Jimmie.\nPOLICEMAN {energetically). Clear the place,\nplease! Move on!\nLADY. Nellie, go quick and tell your father he\nis falling.\nPHOTOGRAPHER (in despair). Oh my, I am\nout of films ( tosses madly about, looking pitifully\nat the unknown man). One minute, I'll go and get\nthem. I have some in my overcoat pocket over\nthere. (He walks a short distance, keeping his eyes\nfixed on the unknown man, and then returns.) I\ncan't, lam afraid I'll miss it. Good heavens! They\nare over there in my overcoat. Just one minute,\nplease. I'll fetch them right away. What a fix.\nPASTOR. Hurry, my friend. Pull yourself to-\ngether and try to hold out long enough to tell me"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.31", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1010, "texte": "at least your principal sins. You needn't mention\nthe lesser ones.\nTOURIST. What a tragedy?\nCORRESPONDENT (writes). The criminal, that\nis, the unhappy man, makes a public confession and\ndoes pennance. Terrible secrets revealed. He is a\nbank robber—blew up safes.\nTOURIST (credulously). The scoundrel.\nPASTOR (shouts). In the first place, have you\nkilled? Secondly, have you stolen? Thirdly, have\nyou committed adultery?\nTOURIST. Mary, Jimmie, Katie, Aleck, Charlie,\nclose your ears.\nCORRESPONDENT (zvriting). Tremendous ex-\ncitement in the crowd.—Shouts of indignation.\nPASTOR (hurriedly). Fourthly, have you blas-\nphemed? Fifthly, have you coveted your neigh-\nbor's ass, his ox, his slave, his wife? Sixthly—\nPHOTOGRAPHER (alarmed). Ladies and gentle-\nmen, an ass!\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Where? I can't see\nit!\nPHOTOGRAPHER (calmed). I thought I heard\nit.\nPASTOR. I congratulate you, my son! I con-\ngratulate you! You have made your peace with\nGod. Now you may rest easy—Oh, God, what do"}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1152, "texte": "I see? The Salvation Army! Policeman, chase\nthem away!\n{Enter a Salvation Army band, men and women\nin uniforms. There are only three instruments, a\ndrum, a violin and a piercingly shrill trumpet.)\nSALVATION ARMY MAN {frantically beating his\ndrum and shouting in a nasal voice). Brethren and\nsisters—\nPASTOR {shouting even louder in a still more\nnasal voice in an effort to drown the other s). He\nhas already confessed. Bear witness, ladies and\ngentlemen, that he has confessed and made his peace\nwith heaven.\nSALVATION ARMY WOMAN {climbing on a rock\nand shrieking). I once wandered in the dark just\nas this sinner and I lived a bad life and was a drunk-\nard, but when the light of truth—\nA VOICE. Why, she is drunk now.\nPASTOR. Policeman, didn't he confess and\nmake his peace with heaven?\n{The Salvation Army man continues to beat his\ndrum frantically; the rest begin to drawl a song.\nShouts, laughter, whistling. Singing in the cafe,\nand calls of \"Waiter!\" in all languages. The be-\nwildered policemen tear themselves away from the\npastor, who is pulling them somewhere; the pho-\ntographers turn and twist about as if the seats"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.33", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1046, "texte": "were burning under them. An English lady comes\nriding in on a donkey, who, stopping suddenly,\nsprawls out his legs and refuses to go farther, adding\nhis noise to the rest. Gradually the noise subsides.\nThe Salvation Army band solemnly withdraws, and\nthe pastor, waving his hands, follozvs them.)\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (to the other). How\nimpolite! This crowd doesn't know how to behave\nitself.\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Come, let's go\naway from here.\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST. One minute. (He\nshouts.) Listen, won't you hurry up and fall?\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. What are you say-\ning, Sir William?\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shouting). Don't\nyou see that's what they are waiting for? As a\ngentleman you should grant them this pleasure and\nso escape the humiliation of undergoing tortures\nbefore this mob.\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Sir William.\nTOURIST (ecstatically). See? It's true. Aleck,\nS\nJimmie, it's true. What a tragedy!\nSEVERAL TOURISTS (going for the English-\nman). How dare you?\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shoving them aside)."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.34", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1023, "texte": "Hurry up and fall! Do you hear? If you haven't\nthe backbone I'll help you out with a pistol shot.\nVOICES. That red-haired devil has gone clear\nout of his mind.\nPOLICEMAN ( seizing Englishman's hand).\nYou have no right to do it, it's against the law. I'll\narrest you.\nSOME TOURISTS. A barbarous nation!\n( The unknown man shouts something. Excite-\nment below.)\nVOICES. Hear, hear, hear!\nUNKNOWN MAN (aloud). Take that jackass\naway to the devil. He wants to shoot me. And\ntell the boss that I can't stand it any longer.\nVOICES. What's that? What boss? He is\nlosing his mind, the poor man.\nTOURIST. Aleck! Mary! This is a mad scene.\nJimmie, you remember Hamlet? Quick.\nUNKNOWN MAN (angrily). Tell him my\nspinal column is broken.\nMARY (wearily). Papa, children, he's begin-\nning to kick with his legs.\nKATE. IS that what is called convulsions, papa?\nTOURIST (rapturously). I don't know. I think\nit is. What a tragedy?\nALECK (glumly). You fool! You keep cram-\nming and cramming and you don't know that the"}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.35", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1121, "texte": "right name for that is agony. And you wear eye-\nglasses, too. I can't bear it any longer, papa.\nTOURIST. Think of it, children. A man is\nabout to fall down to his death and he is bothering\nabout his spinal column.\n(There is a noise. A man in a white vest, very\nmuch frightened, enters, almost dragged by angry\ntourists. He smiles, bozvs on all sides, stretches out\nhis arms, now running forward as he is pushed, now\ntrying to escape in the crowd, but is seized and\npulled again.)\nVOICES. A bare-faced deception! It is an out-\nrage. Policeman, policeman, he must be taught a\nlesson!\nOTHER VOICES. What is it? What deception?\nWhat is it all about? They have caught a thief!\nTHE MAN IN THE WHITE VEST ( and\nsmiling). It's a joke, ladies and gentlemen, a joke,\nthat's all. The people were bored, so I wanted to\nprovide a little amusement for them.\nUNKNOWN MAN {angrily). Boss!\nTHE MAN IN THE WHITE VEST. Wait a\nwhile, wait a while.\nUNKNOWN MAN. DO you expect me to stay\nhere until the Second Advent? The agreement was\ntill twelve o'clock. What time is it now ?\nTALL TOURIST {indignantly). Do you hear,"}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.36", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1116, "texte": "ladies and gentlemen? This scoundrel, this man\nhere in the white vest hired that other scoundrel up\nthere and just simply tied him to the rock.\nVOICES. Is he tied?\nTALL TOURIST. Yes, he is tied and he can't\nfall. We are excited and worrying, but he couldn't\nfall even if he tried.\nUNKNOWN MAN. What else do you want? Do\nyou think I am going to break my neck for your\nmeasly ten dollars ? Boss, I can't stand it any\nmore. One man wanted to shoot me. The pastor\npreached me for two hours. This is not in the\nagreement.\nALECK. Father, I told you that Baedecker lies.\nYou believe everything anybody tells you and drag\nus about without eating.\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. The people were\nbored. My only desire was to amuse the people.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? I\ndon't understand a thing. Why isn't he going to\nfall? Who, then, is going to fall?\nTOURIST. I don't understand a thing either.\nOf course he's got to fall!\nJAMES. YOU never understand anything,\nfather. Weren't you told that he's tied to the rock?\nALECK. YOU can't convince him. He loves\nevery Baedecker more than his own children."}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.37", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 992, "texte": "JAMES. A nice father!\nTOURIST. Silence!\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? He\nmust fall.\nTALL TOURIST. The idea! What a deception.\nYou'll have to explain this.\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. The people were\nbored. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but wish-\ning to accommodate you—give you a few hours of\npleasant excitement—elevate your spirits—inspire\nyou with altruistic sentiments—\nENGLISHMAN. IS the cafe yours?\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. Yes.\nENGLISHMAN. And is the hotel below also\nyours ?\nGENTLEMAN. Yes. The people were bored—\nCORRESPONDENT (zvriting). The proprietor of\nthe cafe, desiring to increase his profits from the\nsale of alcoholic beverages, exploits the best human\nsentiments.—The people's indignation—\nUNKNOWN MAN {angrily). Boss, will you\nhave me taken off at once or won't you?\nHOTEL KEEPER. What do you want up there?\nAren't you satisfied? Didn't I have you taken off\nat night?\nUNKNOWN MAN. Well, I should say so. You\nthink I'd be hanging here nights, too!"}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.38", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1098, "texte": "HOTEL OWNER. Then you can stand it a few\nminutes longer. The people are bored—\nTALL TOURIST. Say, have you any idea of\nwhat you have done? Do you realize the enormity\nof it? You are scoundrels, who for your own\nsordid personal ends have impiously exploited the\nfinest human sentiment, love of one's neighbor.\nYou have caused us to undergo fear and suffering.\nYou have poisoned our hearts with pity. And now,\nwhat is the upshot of it all? The upshot is that this\nscamp, your vile accomplice, is bound to the rock\nand not only will he not fall as everybody expects,\nbut he can't.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? He\nhas got to fall.\nTOURIST. Policeman! Policeman!\n(The pastor enters, out of breath.)\nPASTOR. What? Is he still living? Oh, there\nhe is! What fakirs those Salvationists are.\nVOICES. Don't you know that he is bound?\nPASTOR. Bound! Bound to what? To life?\nWell, we are all bound to life until death snaps the\ncord. But whether he is bound or not bound, I re-\nconciled him with heaven, and that's enough. But\nthose fakirs—\nTOURIST. Policeman! Policeman, you must"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.39", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1148, "texte": "draw up an official report. There is no way out\nof it.\nMILITARY WOMAN (going for the hotel owner).\nI will not allow myself to be fooled. I saw an\naeronaut drop from the clouds and go crash upon\na roof. I saw a tiger tear a woman to pieces—\nPHOTOGRAPHER. I spoiled three films photo-\ngraphing that scamp. You will have to answer for\nthis, sir. I will hold you responsible.\nTOURIST. An official report! An official re-\nport! Such a bare-faced deception. Mary, Jimmie,\nAleck, Charlie, call a policeman.\nHOTEL KEEPER (drawing back, in despair).\nBut, I can't make him fall if he doesn't want to. I\ndid everything in my power, ladies and gentlemen!\nMILITARY WOMAN. I will not allow it.\nHOTEL KEEPER. Excuse me. I promise you\non my word of honor that the next time he will\nfall. But he doesn't want to, to-day.\nUNKNOWN MAN. What's that? What did you\nsay about the next time ?\nHOTEL KEEPER. YOU shut up there!\nUNKNOWN MAN. For ten dollars?\nPASTOR. Pray, what impudence! I just made\nhis peace with heaven when he was in danger of\nhis life. You have heard him threatening to fall on\nmy head, haven't you? And still he is dissatisfied."}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.40", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 954, "texte": "Adulterer, thief, murderer, coveter of your neigh-\nbor's ass—\nPHOTOGRAPHER. Ladies and gentlemen, an ass!\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Where, where is an\nass?\nPHOTOGRAPHER (calmed). I thought I heard\none.\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. It is you who are an\nass. I have become cross-eyed on account of your\nshouting: \"An ass! An ass!\"\nMARY (wearily). Papa, children, look! A\npoliceman is coming.\n(Excitement and noise. On one side a crozvd\npulling a policeman, on the other the hotel keeper;\nboth keep crying: \"Excuse me! Excuse me!\")\nTOURIST. Policeman, there he is, the fakir, the\nswindler.\nPASTOR. Policeman, there he is, the adulterer,\nthe murderer, the coveter of his neighbor's ass—\nPOLICEMAN. Excuse me, excuse me, ladies and\ngentlemen. We will bring him to his senses in\nshort order and make him confess.\nHOTEL KEEPER. I can't make him fall if he\ndoesn't want to.\nPOLICEMAN. Hey, you, young man out there!\nCan you fall or can't you? Confess!"}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.41", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1051, "texte": "UNKNOWN MAN {sullenly). I don't want to\nfall!\nVOICES. Aha, he has confessed. What a\nscoundrel!\nTALL TOURIST. Write down what I dictate,\npoliceman— \"Desiring—for the sake of gain to\nexploit the sentiment of love of one's neighbor—\nthe sacred feeling—a-a-a—\"\nTOURIST. Listen children, they are drawing up\nan official report. What exquisite choice of lan-\nguage !\nTALL TOURIST. The sacred feeling which—\nPOLICEMAN {writing with painful effort, his\ntongue stuck out.) Love of one's neighbor—the\nsacred feeling which—\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look! An\nadvertisement is coming.\n{Enter musicians with trumpets and drums, a\nman at their head carrying on a long pole a huge\nplacard with the picture of an absolutely bald head,\nand printed underneath: \"I was bald.\")\nUNKNOWN MAN. TOO late. They are drawing\nup a report here. You had better skidoo!\nTHE MAN CARRYING THE POLE {stopping and\nspeaking in a loud voice). I had been bald from\nthe day of my birth and for a long time there-\nafter. That miserable growth, which in my tenth"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.42", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 755, "texte": "year covered my scalp was more like wool than real\nhair. When I was married my skull was as bare\nas a pillow and my young bride—\nTOURIST. What a tragedy! Newly married\nand with such a head! Can you realize how dread-\nful that is, children?\n{All listen zvith interest, even the policeman\nstopping in his arduous task and inclining his ear\nwith his pen in his hand.)\nTHE MAN CARRYING THE POLE {solemnly).\nAnd the time came when my matrimonial happiness\nliterally hung by a hair. All the medicines recom-\nmended by quacks to make my hair grow—\nTOURIST. Your note-book, Jimmie.\nMILITARY WOMAN. But when is he going to\nfall?\nHOTEL KEEPER {amiably). The next time,\nlady, the next time. I won't tie him so hard—you\nunderstand ?\n(CURTAIN.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "43", "page_fin": "43", "image_debut": 45, "image_fin": 45, "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "The February issue of THE", "titre_sommaire": "The February issue of THE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.45", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 166, "texte": "The February issue of THE\nGLEBE will present \" Des\nImagistes,\" an Anthology of the\nImagistes, including Richard\nAldington, Ford Madox Hueffer,\nEzra Pound, and others."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "41", "page_fin": "41", "image_debut": 43, "image_fin": 43, "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.7", "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": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 85, "texte": "PC) E T R Y\nA MAGAZINE OF VERSE\nEdited by Harriet Monroe, 543 Cass St., Chicago, 111."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-01-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-01_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "41", "page_fin": "41", "image_debut": 43, "image_fin": 43, "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=bmtnaat191401-01.2.8", "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": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 87, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1330, "texte": "POETRY, at the end of its first year, is no longer an experi-\nment but an assured artistic success, a publication whose\nimportance is authoritatively recognized, not only in this\ncountry, but in Great Britain and France as well. 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Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than is\nafforded him in the restricted space allotted by the\nother magazines. Published monthly, or more frequently\nif possible, THE GLEBE will issue twelve\nto twenty books per year, chosen on their merits\nalone, since the subscription list does away with the\nneed of catering to the popular demand that confronts\nevery publisher. Thus, THE GLEBE can\npromise the best work of American and foreign\nauthors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will vary\nwith the cost of publication, but the yearly subscription,\nincluding special numbers, is three dollars.\n\nEdifor\nALFRED KREYMBORG"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.3", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "[3]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.5", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\nBY\nLEONID ANDREYEV\n\nAUTHORIZED TRANSLATION BY\nTHOMAS SELTZER\n(11l\nNEW YORK\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI\n96 FIFTH AVENUE\n1914"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "[4]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.6", "texte": "Copyright, 1914\nBy\nAlbert and Charles Boni"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.7", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\nSCENE. A wild place in the mountains.\n(A man in an attitude of despair is standing on a\ntiny projection of a rock that rises almost sheer\nfrom the ground. How he got there it is not easy to\nsay; but he cannot be reached either from above or\nbelow. Short ladders, ropes and sticks show that\nattempts have been made to save the unknown per-\nson, but without success.\nIt seems that the unhappy man has been in that\ndesperate position a long time. A considerable crowd\nhas already collected, extremely varied in composi-\ntion. There are venders of cold drinks; there is a\nwhole little bar behind zvhich the bartender skips\nabout out of breath and perspiring—he has more\non his hands than he can attend to; there are peddlers\nselling picture postal cards; coral beads, souvenirs;\nand all sorts of trash. One fellow is stubbornly try-\ning to dispose of a tortoise-shell comb, zvhich is\nreally not tortoise-shell. Tourists keep pouring"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.8", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nfrom all sides, attracted by the report that a catas-\ntrophe is impending—Englishmen, Americans, Ger-\nmans, Russians, Frenchmen, Italians, etc., with all\ntheir peculiar national traits of character, manner\nand dress. Nearly all carry alpenstocks, field-glasses\nand cameras. The conversation is in different lan-\nguages, all of which, for the convenience of the\nreader, we shall translate into English.\nAt the foot of the rock where the unknown man\nis to fall, two policemen are chasing the children\naway and partitioning off a space, drawing a rope\naround short stakes stuck in the ground. It is noisy\nand jolly.)\nPOLICEMAN. Get away, you loafer! The man'll\nfall on your head and then your mother and father\nwill be making a hullabaloo about it.\nBOY. Will he fall here?\nPOLICEMAN. Yes, here.\nBOY. Suppose he drops farther ?\nSECOND POLICEMAN. The boy is right. He\nmay get desperate and jump, land beyond the rope\nand hit some people in the crowd. I guess he weighs\nat least about two hundred pounds.\nFIRST POLICEMAN. Move on, move on, you!\nWhere are you going ? Is that your daughter, lady ?\nPlease take her away! The young man will soon\nfall."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.9", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nLADY. Soon? Did you say he is going to fall\nsoon? Oh, heavens, and my husband's not here!\nLITTLE GIRL. He's in the cafe, mamma.\nLADY (desperately). Yes, of course. He's al-\nways in the cafe. Go call him, Nellie. Tell him the\nman will soon drop. Hurry! Hurry!\nVOICES. Waiter! Gargon Kellner—Three\nbeers out here!—No beer?—What?—Say, that's a\nfine bar—We'll have some in a moment—Hurry\nup—Waiter!—Waiter!—Gargon!\nFIRST POLICEMAN. Say, boy, you're here again?\nBOY. I wanted to take the stone away.\nPOLICEMAN. What for ?\nBOY. SO he shouldn't get hurt so badly when he\nfalls.\nSECOND POLICEMAN. The boy is right. We\nought to remove the stone. We ought to clear the\nplace altogether. Isn't there any sawdust or sand\nabout ?\n(Two English tourists enter. They look at the\nunknown man through field-glasses and exchange\nremarks.)\nFIRST TOURIST. He's young.\nSECOND TOURIST. How old?\nFIRST TOURIST. Twenty-eight.\nSECOND TOURIST. Twenty-six. Fright has made\nhim look older."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.10", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nFIRST TOURIST. HOW much will you bet?\nSECOND TOURIST. Ten to a hundred. Put it\ndown.\nFIRST TOURIST (writing in his note-hook. To\nthe policeman). How did he got up there? Why\ndon't they take him off?\nPOLICEMAN. They tried, but they couldn't. Our\nladders are too short.\nSECOND TOURIST. Has he been here long?\nPOLICEMAN. TWO days.\nFIRST TOURIST. Aha! He'll drop at night.\nSECOND TOURIST. In two hours. A hundred to\na hundred.\nFIRST TOURIST. Put it down. (He shouts to\nthe man on the rock.) How are you feeling?\nWhat ? I can't hear you.\nUNKNOWN MAN (in a scarcely audible voice).\nBad, very bad.\nLADY. Oh, heavens, and my husband is not\nhere!\nLITTLE GIRL (running in). Papa said he'll get\nhere in plenty of time. He's playing chess.\nLADY. Oh, heavens! Nellie, tell him he must\ncome. I insist. But perhaps I had rather— Will\nhe fall soon, Mr. Policeman? No? Nellie, you\ngo. I'll stay here and keep the place for papa.\n(A tallj lanky woman of unusually independent"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.11", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nand military appearance and a tourist dispute for the\nsame place. The tourist, a short, quiet, rather weak\nman, feebly defends his rights; the woman is reso-\nlute and aggressive.)\nTOURIST. But, lady, it is my place. I have been\nstanding here for two hours.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What do I care how long\nyou have been standing here. I want this place. Do\nyou understand? It offers a good view, and that's\njust what I want. Do you understand?\nTOURIST {weakly). It's what I want, too.\nMILITARY WOMAN. I beg your pardon, what\ndo you know about these things anyway ?\nTOURIST. What knowledge is required ? A man\nwill fall. That's all.\nMILITARY WOMAN ( mim). \"A man will\nfall. That's all.\" Won't you have the goodness to\ntell me whether you have ever seen a man fall?\nNo? Well, I did. Not one, but three. Two acro-\nbats, one rope-walker and three aeronauts.\nTOURIST. That makes six.\nMILITARY WOMAN (mimicking). \"That makes\nsix.\" Say, you are a mathematical prodigy. And\ndid you ever see a tiger tear a woman to pieces in a\nzoo, right before your eyes? Eh? What? Yes,\nexactly. Now, I did— Please! Please!\n(The tourist steps aside, shrugging his shoulders"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.12", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nwith an air of injury,and the woman tri-\numphantly takes possession of the stone she has won\nby her prowess. She sits down, spreading out\naround her her bag, handkerchiefs, peppermints,\nand medicine bottle, takes off her gloves and wipes\nher field-glass, glancing pleasantly on all around.\nFinally she turns to the lady who is waiting for her\nhusband in the cafe.)\nMILITARY WOMAN (amiably). You will tire\nyourself out, dear. Why don't you sit down?\nLADY. Oh, my, don't talk about it. My legs are\nas stiff as that rock there.\nMILITARY WOMAN. Men are so rude now-\nadays. They will never give their place to a woman.\nHave you brought peppermints with you ?\nLADY ( frightened). No. Why? Is it neces-\nsary ?\nMILITARY WOMAN. When you keep looking up\na long time you are bound to get sick. Sure thing.\nHave you spirits of ammonia? No? Good gra-\ncious, how thoughtless! How will they bring you\nback to consciousness when he falls? You haven't\nany smelling salts either, I dare say. Of course not.\nHave you anybody to take care of you, seeing that\nyou are so helpless yourself ?\nLADY (frightened).l will tell my husband. He\nis in the cafe."}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.13", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nMILITARY WOMAN. Your husband is a brute.\nPOLICEMAN. Whose coat is this? Who threw\nthis rag here?\nBOY. It's mine. I spread my coat there so that\nhe doesn't hurt himself so badly when he falls.\nPOLICEMAN. Take it away.\n(Two tourists armed with cameras contending\nfor the same position.)\nFIRST TOURIST. I wanted this place.\nSECOND TOURIST. YOU wanted it, but I got it.\nFIRST TOURIST. YOU just came here. I have\nhad this place for two days.\nSECOND TOURIST. Then why did you go with-\nout even leaving your shadow ?\nFIRST TOURIST. I wasn't going to starve myself\nto death.\nCOMB-VENDER (mysteriously). Tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST (savagely ). Well ?\nVENDOR. Genuine tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST. GO to the devil.\nTHIRD TOURIST, PHOTOGRAPHER. For heaven's\nsake, lady, you're sitting on my camera!\nLITTLE LADY. Oh! Where is it?\nTOURIST. Under you, under you, lady.\nLITTLE LADY. lam so tired. What a wretched\ncamera you have. I thought it felt uncomfortable"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.14", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nand I was wondering why. Now I know; I am\nsitting on your camera.\nTOURIST (agonized). Lady!\nLITTLE LADY. I thought it was a stone. I saw\nsomething lying there and I thought: A queer-look-\ning stone; I wonder why it's so black. So that's\nwhat it was; it was your camera. I see.\nTOURIST (agonized). Lady, for heaven's sake!\nLITTLE LADY. Why is it so large, tell me.\nCameras are small, but this one is so large. I swear\nI never had the faintest suspicion it was a camera.\nCan you take my picture ? I would so much like to\nhave my picture taken with the mountains here for a\nbackground, in this wonderful setting.\nTOURIST. HOW can I take your picture if you\nare sitting on my camera?\nLITTLE LADY (jumping up, . Is it\npossible? You don't say so. Why didn't you tell\nme so ? Does it take pictures ?\nVOICES. Waiter, one beer!—What did you\nbring wine for?—I gave you my order long ago.—\nWhat will you have, sir?—One minute.—In a\nsecond. Waiter!—W aiter—Toothpicks!—\n(A fat tourist enters in haste, panting, sur-\nrounded by a numerous family.)\nTOURIST (crying). Mary! Aleck! Jimmie!—\nWhere is Mary? For God's sake! Where is Mary?"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.15", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nSTUDENT {dismally). Here she is, papa.\nTOURIST. Where is she? Mary!\nGIRL. Here I am, papa.\nTOURIST. Where in the world are you? {He\nturns around.) Ah, there! What are you standing\nback of me for? Look, look! For goodness sake,\nwhere are you looking?\nGIRL {dismally). I don't know, papa.\nTOURIST. No, that's impossible. Imagine! She\nnever once saw a lightning flash. She always keeps\nher eyes open as wide as onions, but the instant it\nflashes she closes them. So she never saw lightning,\nnot once. Mary, you are missing it again. There\nit is! You see!\nSTUDENT. She sees, papa.\nTOURIST. Keep an eye on her. {Suddenly\ndropping into tone of profound pity.) Ah, poor\nyoung man. Imagine! He'll fall from that high\nrock. Look, children, see how pale he is! That\nshould be a lesson to you how dangerous climbing is.\nSTUDENT {dismally). He won't fall to-day,\npapa!\nSECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary has closed her eyes\nagain.\nFIRST STUDENT. Let us sit down, papa! Upon\nmy word, he won't fall to-day. The porter told me\nso. I can't stand it any more. You've been"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.16", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\ndragging us about every day from morning till night\nvisiting art galleries.\nTOURIST. What's that? For whose benefit am\nI doing this? Do you think I enjoy spending my\ntime with a dunce ?\nSECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary is blinking her eyes\nagain.\nSECOND STUDENT. I can't stand it either. I\nhave terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamed of gar-\ngons the whole night long.\nTOURIST. Jimmie.\nFIRST STUDENT. I have gotten so thin I am\nnothing but skin and bones. I can't stand it any\nmore, father. I'd rather be a farmer, or tend pigs.\nTOURIST. Aleck.\nFIRST STUDENT. If he were really to fall—but\nit's a fake. You believe every lie told you! They\nall lie. Baedecker lies, too. Yes, your Baedecker\nlies!\nMARY {dismally). Papa, children, he's begin-\nning to fall.\n{The man on the rock shouts something down\ninto the crowd. There is general commotion.\nVoices, \"Look, he's falling Field-glasses are\nraised,\\ the photographers, violently agitated, click\ntheir cameras; the policemen diligently clean the\nplace where he is to fall.)"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.17", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\nPHOTOGRAPHER. Oh, hang it! What is the\nmatter with me? The devil! When a man's in a\nhurry—\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Brother, your camera\nis closed.\nPHOTOGRAPHER. The devil take it.\nVOICES. Hush! He's getting ready to fall.—\nNo, he's saying something.—No, he's falling.—\nHush!\nUNKNOWN MAN ON THE ROCK {faintly). Save\nme! Save me!\nTOURIST. Ah, poor young man. Mary, Jimmie,\nthere's a tragedy for you. The sky is clear, the\nweather is beautiful, and has he to fall and be shat-\ntered to death? Can you realize how dreadful that\nis, Aleck?\nSTUDENT {wearily). Yes, I can realize it.\nTOURIST. Mary, can you realize it? Imagine.\nThere is the sky. There are people enjoying them-\nselves and partaking of refreshments. Everything\nis no nice and pleasant, and he has to fall. What a\ntragedy! Do you remember Hamlet ?\nSECOND GIRL {prompting). Hamlet, Prince of\nDenmark, of Alsinore.\nJA MES. Of Helsingfors, I know. Don't bother\nme, father!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.18", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nMARY {dismally). He dreamed about gargons\nall night long.\nALECK. Why don't you order sandwiches,\nfather.\nCOMB-VENDER {mysteriously). Tortoise-shell.\nGenuine tortoise-shell.\nTOURIST ( credulously ). Stolen ?\nVENDOR. Why, sir, the idea!\nTOURIST {angrily). Do you mean to tell me it's\ngenuine if it isn't stolen? Go on. Not much.\nMILITARY WOMAN {amiably). Are all these\nyour children?\nTOURIST. Yes, madam. A father's duty. You\nsee, they are protesting. It is the eternal conflict\nbetween fathers and children. Here is such a\ntragedy going on, such a heart-rending tragedy—\nMary, you are blinking your eyes again.\nMILITARY WOMAN. YOU are quite right. Chil-\ndren must be hardened to things. But why do you\ncall this a terrible tragedy? Every roofer, when he\nfalls, falls from a great height. But this here—what\nis it? A hundred, two hundred feet. I saw a man\nfall plumb from the sky.\nTOURIST {overwhelmed). You don't say?\nALECK. Children, listen. Plumb from the sky.\nMILITARY WOMAN. Yes, yes. I saw an aero-"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.19", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nnaut drop from the clouds and go crash upon an\niron roof.\nTOURIST. HOW terrible!\nMILITARY WOMAN. That's what I call a tragedy.\nIt took two hours to bring me back to consciousness,\nand all that time they pumped water on me, the\nscoundrels. I was nearly drowned. From that day\non I never step out of the door without taking spirits\nof ammonia with me.\n( Enter a strolling troop of Italian singers and\nmusicians: a short, fat tenor, with a reddish heard\nand large, watery, stupidly dreamy eyes, singing\nwith extraordinary sweetness; a skinny humpback\nwith a jockey cap, and a screeching baritone; a bass\nwho is also a mandolinist, looking like a bandit; a\ngirl with a violin, closing her eyes when she plays,\nso that only the whites are seen. They take their\nstand and begin to sing: iCSuI mare lucica—Santa\nLucia, Santa Lucia—\")\nMARY {dismally). Papa, children, look. He is\nbeginning to wave his hands.\nTOURIST. IS that the effect the music has upon\nhim?\nMILITARY WOMAN. Quite possible. Music\nusually goes with such things. But that'll make him\nfall sooner than he should. Musicians, go away\nfrom here! Go!"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.20", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\n(A tall tourist, with up-curled mustache, vio-\nlently gesticulating, enters, followed by a small\ngroup attracted by curiosity.)\nTALL TOURIST. It's scandalous. Why don't\nthey save him ? Ladies and gentlemen, you all heard\nhim shout: \"Save me.\" Didn't you?\nTHE CURIOUS {in chorus). Yes, yes, we heard\nhim.\nTALL TOURIST. There you are. I distinctly\nheard these words: \"Save me! Why don't they\nsave me?\" It's scandalous. Policemen, policemen!\nWhy don't you save him? What are you doing\nthere ?\nPOLICEMEN. We are cleaning up the place for\nhim to fall.\nTALL TOURIST. That's a sensible thing to do,\ntoo. But why don't you save him? You ought to\nsave him. If a man asks you to save him, it is ab-\nsolutely essential to save him. Isn't it so, ladies and\ngentlemen ?\nTHE CURIOUS (in chorus). True, absolutely\ntrue. It is essential to save him.\nTALL TOURIST (with heat). We are not\nheathens, we are Christians. We should love our\nneighbors. When a man asks to be saved every\nmeasure which the government has at its command"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.21", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nshould be taken to save him. Policemen, have you\ntaken every measure ?\nPOLICEMAN. Every one!\nTALL TOURIST. Every one without exception?\nGentleman, every measure has been taken. Listen,\nyoung man, every measure has been taken to save\nyou. Did you hear?\nUNKNOWN MAN {in a scarcely audible voice).\nSave me!\nTALL TOURIST {excitedly). Gentlemen, did you\nhear? He again asked to be saved. Policemen,\ndid you hear?\nONE OF THE CURIOUS {timidly). It is my\nopinion that it is absolutely necessary to save him.\nTALL TOURIST. That's right. Exactly. Why,\nthat's what I have been saying for the last two\nhours. Policemen, do you hear? It is scandalous.\nONE OF THE CURIOUS {a little bolder). It is my\nopinion that an appeal should be made to the high-\nest authority.\nTHE REST {in chorus). Yes, yes, a complaint\nshould be made. It is scandalous. The government\nought not to leave any of its citizens in danger. We\nall pay taxes. He must be saved.\nTALL TOURIST. Didn't I say so? Of course\nwe must put up a complaint. Young man! Listen,"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.22", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\nyoung man. Do you pay taxes? What? I can't\nhear.\nTOURIST. Jimmie, Katie, listen! What a\ntragedy! Ah, the poor young man! He is soon to\nfall and they ask him to pay a domiciliary tax.\nKATE (the girl with glaspedantically). That\ncan hardly be called a domicile, father. The mean-\ning of domicile is—\nJAMES (pinching her). Lickspittle.\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look! He's\nagain beginning to fall.\n{There is excitement in the crowd, and again a\nhustling and shouting among the photographers.)\nTALL TOURIST. We must hurry, ladies and\ngentlemen. He must be saved at any cost. Who's\ngoing with me ?\nTHE CURIOUS {in chorus). We are all going!\nWe are all going?\nTALL TOURIST. Policemen, did you hear?\nCome, ladies and gentlemen!\n{They depart, fiercely gesticulating. The cafe\ngrows more lively. The sound of clinking beer\nglasses and the clatter of steins is heard, and the he-\nginning of aloud German song. The bartender, zvho\nhas forgotten himself while talking somebody,\nstarts suddenly and runs off, looks up to the sky\nwith a hopeless air and wipes the perspiration from"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.23", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nhis face with his napkin. Angry calls of Waiter!\nWaiter!)\nUNKNOWN MAN (rather loudly). Can you let\nme have some soda water?\n( The waiter is startled, looks at the sky, glances\nat the man on the rock, and pretending not to have\nheard him, walks away.)\nMANY VOICES. Waiter! Beer!\nWAITER. One moment, one moment!\n( Two drunken men come out from the cafe.)\nLADY. Ah, there is my husband. Come here\nquick.\nMILITARY WOMAN. A downright brute.\nDRUNKEN MAN (waving his hand to the un-\nknown man). Say, is it very bad up there? Hey?\nUNKNOWN MAN (rather loudly). Yes, it's bad.\nI am sick and tired of it.\nDRUNKEN MAN. Can't you get a drink?\nUNKNOWN MAN. NO, how can I?\nSECOND DRUNKEN MAN. Say, what are you\ntalking about ? How can he get a drink ? The man\nis about to die and you tempt him and try to get\nhim excited. Listen, up there, we have been drink-\ning your health right along. It won't hurt you,\nwill it?\nFIRST DRUNKEN MAN. Ah, go on! What are\nyou talking about ? How can it hurt him ? Why."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.24", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nit will only do him good. It will encourage him.\nListen, honest to God, we are very sorry for you,\nbut don't mind us. We are going to the cafe to\nhave another drink. Good-bye.\nSECOND DRUNKEN MAN. Look, what a crowd.\nFIRST DRUNKEN MAN. Come, or he'll fall and\nthen they'll close the cafe.\n{Enter a new crowd of tourists, a very elegant\ngentleman, the chief correspondent of European\nnewspapers at their head. He is followed by an\necstatic whisper of respect and admiration. Many\nleave the cafe to look at him, and even the waiter\nturns slightly around, glances at him quickly, smiles\nhappily and continues on his way, spilling something\nfrom his tray.)\nVOICES. The correspondent! The corre-\nspondent ! Look!\nLADY. Oh, my, and my husband is gone again!\nTOURIST. Jimmie, Mary, Aleck, Katie, Charlie,\nlook! This is the chief correspondent. Do you\nrealize it? The very highest of all. Whatever he\nwrites goes.\nKATE. Mary, dear, again you are not looking.\nALECK. I wish you would order some sand-\nwiches for us. I can't stand it any longer. A\nhuman being has to eat.\nTOURIST {ecstatically). What a tragedy!"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.25", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nKatie dear, can you realize it ? Consider how\nawful. The weather is so beautiful, and the chief\ncorrespondent. Take out your note-book, Jimmie.\nJAMES. I lost it, father.\n-»\nCORRESPONDENT. Where is he? i\nVOICES (obligingly). There, there he is.\nThere! A little higher. Still higher! A little\nlower! No, higher!\nCORRESPONDENT. If you please, if you please,\nladies and gentlemen, I will find him myself. Oh,\nyes, there he is. Hm! What a situation!\nTOURIST. Won't you have a chair?\nCORRESPONDENT. Thank you. (Sits down.)\nHm! What a situation! Very interesting. Very\ninteresting, indeed. (Whisks out his\namiably to the photographers.) Have you taken\nany pictures yet, gentlemen?\nFIRST PHOTOGRAPHER. Yes, sir, certainly, cer-\ntainly. We have photographed the place showing\nthe general character of the locality—\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. The tragic situation\nof the young man—\nCORRESPONDENT. Ye-es, very, very interesting.\nTOURIST. Did you hear, Aleck? This smart\nman, the chief correspondent, says it's interesting,\nand you keep bothering about sandwiches. Dunce!\nALECK. May be he has had his dinner already."}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.26", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\nCORRESPONDENT. Ladies and gentlemen, I beg\nyou to be quiet.\nOBLIGING VOICES. It is quieter in the cafe.\nCORRESPONDENT (shouts to the unknown man).\nPermit me to introduce myself. I am the chief\ncorrespondent of the European press. I have been\nsent here at the special request of the editors. I\nshould like to ask you several questions concerning\nyour situation. What is your name ? What is your\ngeneral position? How old are you? (The un-\nknown man mumbles something.)\nCORRESPONDENT (a little puzzled). I can't hear\na thing. Has he been that way all the time ?\nVOICES. Yes, it's impossible to hear a word he\nsays.\nCORRESPONDENT (jotting down something in\nhis note-book). Fine! Are you a bachelor? (\nunknown man mumbles.)\nCORRESPONDENT. I can't hear you. Are you\nmarried? Yes?\nTOURIST. He said he was a bachelor.\nSECOND TOURIST. NO, he didn't. Of course,\nhe's married.\nCORRESPONDENT (carelessly). You think so?\nAll right. We'll put down, married. How many\nchildren have you? Can't hear! It seems to me\nhe said three. Hm! Anyway, we'll put down five."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.27", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nTOURIST. Oh, my, what a tragedy. Five chil-\ndren ! Imagine!\nMILITARY WOMAN. He is lying.\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). How did you get\ninto this position? What? I can't hear? Louder!\nRepeat. What did you say? (Perplexedto the\ncrowd.) What did he say? The fellow has a\ndevilishly weak voice.\nFIRST TOURIST. It seems to me he said that he\nlost his way.\nSECOND TOURIST. NO, he doesn't know himself\nhow he got there.\nVOICES. He was out hunting.—He was climb-\ning up the rocks.—No, no! He is simply a lunatic!\nCORRESPONDENT. I beg your pardon, I beg\nyour pardon, ladies and gentlemen! Anyway, he\ndidn't drop from the sky. However— {He\nquickly jots down in his note-book.) Unhappy\nyoung man—suffering from childhood with attacks\nof lunacy.—The bright light of the full moon—the\nwild rocks.—Sleepy janitor—didn't notice—\nFIRST TOURIST {to the second, in a whisper).\nBut it's new moon now.\nSECOND TOURIST. GO, what does a layman\nknow about astronomy.\nTOURIST {ecstatically). Mary, pay attention to\nthis! You have before you an ocular demonstra-"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.28", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\ntion of the influence of the moon on living organ-\nisms. What a terrible tragedy to go out walking\non a moonlit night and find suddenly that you have\nclimbed to a place whence it is impossible to climb\ndown or be taken down.\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). What feelings\nare you experiencing ? I can't hear. Louder! Ah,\nso? Well, well! What a situation!\nCROWD {interested). Listen, listen! Let's\nhear what his feelings are. How terrible!\nCORRESPONDENT {writes in his note-book, toss-\ning out detached remarks). Mortal terror numbs\nhis limbs.—A cold shiver goes down his spinal\ncolumn.—No hope.—Before his mental vision rises\na picture of family bliss: Wife making sandwiches;\nhis five children innocently lisping their love.—\nGrandma in the arm-chair with a tube to her ear,\nthat is, grandpa in the arm-chair, with a tube to his\near and grandma.—Deeply moved by the sympathy\nof the public.—His last wish before his death that\nthe words he uttered with his last breath should be\npublished in our newspapers—\nMILITARY WOMAN {indignantly). My! He\nlies like a salesman.\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look, he is\nstarting to fall again.\nTOURIST {angrily). Don't bother me. Such a"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.29", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\ntragedy is unfolding itself right before your very\neyes—and you— What are you making such big\neyes for again?\nCORRESPONDENT {shouting). Hold on fast.\nThat's it! My last question: What message do you\nwish to leave for your fellow citizens before you\ndepart for the better world?\nUNKNOWN MAN. That they may all go to the\ndevil.\nCORRESPONDENT. What? Hm, yes— {He\nwrites quickly.) Ardent love—is a stanch op-\nponent of the law granting equal rights to negroes.\nHis last words: \"Let the black niggers—\"\nPASTOR {out of breath, pushing through the\ncrowd). Where is he? Ah, there! Poor young\nman. Has there been no clergyman here yet ? No ?\nThank vou. Am I the first?\nCORRESPONDENT {writes). A touching dra-\nmatic moment.—A minister has arrived.—All are\ntrembling on the verge of suspense. Many are\nshedding tears—\nPASTOR. Excuse me, excuse me! Ladies and\ngentlemen, a lost soul wishes to make its peace with\nGod—- {He shouts.) My son, don't you wish to\nmake your peace with God? Confess your sins to\nme. I will grant you remission at once! What?\nI cannot hear?"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.30", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nCORRESPONDENT {writes). The air is shaken\nwith the people's groans. The minister of the\nchurch exhorts the criminal, that is, the unfortun-\nate man, in touching language.—The unfortunate\ncreature with tears in his eyes thanks him in a faint\nvoice—\nUNKNOWN MAN {faintly). If you won't go\naway I will jump on your head. I weigh three\nhundred pounds. {AIljump away frightened\nhind each other.)\nVOICES. He is falling! He is falling!\nTOURIST (agitatingly). Mary, Aleck, Jimmie.\nPOLICEMAN {energetically). Clear the place,\nplease! Move on!\nLADY. Nellie, go quick and tell your father he\nis falling.\nPHOTOGRAPHER (in despair). Oh my, I am\nout of films ( tosses madly about, looking pitifully\nat the unknown man). One minute, I'll go and get\nthem. I have some in my overcoat pocket over\nthere. (He walks a short distance, keeping his eyes\nfixed on the unknown man, and then returns.) I\ncan't, lam afraid I'll miss it. Good heavens! They\nare over there in my overcoat. Just one minute,\nplease. I'll fetch them right away. What a fix.\nPASTOR. Hurry, my friend. Pull yourself to-\ngether and try to hold out long enough to tell me"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.31", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nat least your principal sins. You needn't mention\nthe lesser ones.\nTOURIST. What a tragedy?\nCORRESPONDENT (writes). The criminal, that\nis, the unhappy man, makes a public confession and\ndoes pennance. Terrible secrets revealed. He is a\nbank robber—blew up safes.\nTOURIST (credulously). The scoundrel.\nPASTOR (shouts). In the first place, have you\nkilled? Secondly, have you stolen? Thirdly, have\nyou committed adultery?\nTOURIST. Mary, Jimmie, Katie, Aleck, Charlie,\nclose your ears.\nCORRESPONDENT (zvriting). Tremendous ex-\ncitement in the crowd.—Shouts of indignation.\nPASTOR (hurriedly). Fourthly, have you blas-\nphemed? Fifthly, have you coveted your neigh-\nbor's ass, his ox, his slave, his wife? Sixthly—\nPHOTOGRAPHER (alarmed). Ladies and gentle-\nmen, an ass!\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Where? I can't see\nit!\nPHOTOGRAPHER (calmed). I thought I heard\nit.\nPASTOR. I congratulate you, my son! I con-\ngratulate you! You have made your peace with\nGod. Now you may rest easy—Oh, God, what do"}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.32", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nI see? The Salvation Army! Policeman, chase\nthem away!\n{Enter a Salvation Army band, men and women\nin uniforms. There are only three instruments, a\ndrum, a violin and a piercingly shrill trumpet.)\nSALVATION ARMY MAN {frantically beating his\ndrum and shouting in a nasal voice). Brethren and\nsisters—\nPASTOR {shouting even louder in a still more\nnasal voice in an effort to drown the other s). He\nhas already confessed. Bear witness, ladies and\ngentlemen, that he has confessed and made his peace\nwith heaven.\nSALVATION ARMY WOMAN {climbing on a rock\nand shrieking). I once wandered in the dark just\nas this sinner and I lived a bad life and was a drunk-\nard, but when the light of truth—\nA VOICE. Why, she is drunk now.\nPASTOR. Policeman, didn't he confess and\nmake his peace with heaven?\n{The Salvation Army man continues to beat his\ndrum frantically; the rest begin to drawl a song.\nShouts, laughter, whistling. Singing in the cafe,\nand calls of \"Waiter!\" in all languages. The be-\nwildered policemen tear themselves away from the\npastor, who is pulling them somewhere; the pho-\ntographers turn and twist about as if the seats"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.33", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nwere burning under them. An English lady comes\nriding in on a donkey, who, stopping suddenly,\nsprawls out his legs and refuses to go farther, adding\nhis noise to the rest. Gradually the noise subsides.\nThe Salvation Army band solemnly withdraws, and\nthe pastor, waving his hands, follozvs them.)\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (to the other). How\nimpolite! This crowd doesn't know how to behave\nitself.\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Come, let's go\naway from here.\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST. One minute. (He\nshouts.) Listen, won't you hurry up and fall?\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. What are you say-\ning, Sir William?\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shouting). Don't\nyou see that's what they are waiting for? As a\ngentleman you should grant them this pleasure and\nso escape the humiliation of undergoing tortures\nbefore this mob.\nSECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Sir William.\nTOURIST (ecstatically). See? It's true. Aleck,\nS\nJimmie, it's true. What a tragedy!\nSEVERAL TOURISTS (going for the English-\nman). How dare you?\nFIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shoving them aside)."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.34", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nHurry up and fall! Do you hear? If you haven't\nthe backbone I'll help you out with a pistol shot.\nVOICES. That red-haired devil has gone clear\nout of his mind.\nPOLICEMAN ( seizing Englishman's hand).\nYou have no right to do it, it's against the law. I'll\narrest you.\nSOME TOURISTS. A barbarous nation!\n( The unknown man shouts something. Excite-\nment below.)\nVOICES. Hear, hear, hear!\nUNKNOWN MAN (aloud). Take that jackass\naway to the devil. He wants to shoot me. And\ntell the boss that I can't stand it any longer.\nVOICES. What's that? What boss? He is\nlosing his mind, the poor man.\nTOURIST. Aleck! Mary! This is a mad scene.\nJimmie, you remember Hamlet? Quick.\nUNKNOWN MAN (angrily). Tell him my\nspinal column is broken.\nMARY (wearily). Papa, children, he's begin-\nning to kick with his legs.\nKATE. IS that what is called convulsions, papa?\nTOURIST (rapturously). I don't know. I think\nit is. What a tragedy?\nALECK (glumly). You fool! You keep cram-\nming and cramming and you don't know that the"}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.35", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\nright name for that is agony. And you wear eye-\nglasses, too. I can't bear it any longer, papa.\nTOURIST. Think of it, children. A man is\nabout to fall down to his death and he is bothering\nabout his spinal column.\n(There is a noise. A man in a white vest, very\nmuch frightened, enters, almost dragged by angry\ntourists. He smiles, bozvs on all sides, stretches out\nhis arms, now running forward as he is pushed, now\ntrying to escape in the crowd, but is seized and\npulled again.)\nVOICES. A bare-faced deception! It is an out-\nrage. Policeman, policeman, he must be taught a\nlesson!\nOTHER VOICES. What is it? What deception?\nWhat is it all about? They have caught a thief!\nTHE MAN IN THE WHITE VEST ( and\nsmiling). It's a joke, ladies and gentlemen, a joke,\nthat's all. The people were bored, so I wanted to\nprovide a little amusement for them.\nUNKNOWN MAN {angrily). Boss!\nTHE MAN IN THE WHITE VEST. Wait a\nwhile, wait a while.\nUNKNOWN MAN. DO you expect me to stay\nhere until the Second Advent? The agreement was\ntill twelve o'clock. What time is it now ?\nTALL TOURIST {indignantly). Do you hear,"}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.36", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nladies and gentlemen? This scoundrel, this man\nhere in the white vest hired that other scoundrel up\nthere and just simply tied him to the rock.\nVOICES. Is he tied?\nTALL TOURIST. Yes, he is tied and he can't\nfall. We are excited and worrying, but he couldn't\nfall even if he tried.\nUNKNOWN MAN. What else do you want? Do\nyou think I am going to break my neck for your\nmeasly ten dollars ? Boss, I can't stand it any\nmore. One man wanted to shoot me. The pastor\npreached me for two hours. This is not in the\nagreement.\nALECK. Father, I told you that Baedecker lies.\nYou believe everything anybody tells you and drag\nus about without eating.\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. The people were\nbored. My only desire was to amuse the people.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? I\ndon't understand a thing. Why isn't he going to\nfall? Who, then, is going to fall?\nTOURIST. I don't understand a thing either.\nOf course he's got to fall!\nJAMES. YOU never understand anything,\nfather. Weren't you told that he's tied to the rock?\nALECK. YOU can't convince him. He loves\nevery Baedecker more than his own children."}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.37", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nJAMES. A nice father!\nTOURIST. Silence!\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? He\nmust fall.\nTALL TOURIST. The idea! What a deception.\nYou'll have to explain this.\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. The people were\nbored. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but wish-\ning to accommodate you—give you a few hours of\npleasant excitement—elevate your spirits—inspire\nyou with altruistic sentiments—\nENGLISHMAN. IS the cafe yours?\nMAN IN THE WHITE VEST. Yes.\nENGLISHMAN. And is the hotel below also\nyours ?\nGENTLEMAN. Yes. The people were bored—\nCORRESPONDENT (zvriting). The proprietor of\nthe cafe, desiring to increase his profits from the\nsale of alcoholic beverages, exploits the best human\nsentiments.—The people's indignation—\nUNKNOWN MAN {angrily). Boss, will you\nhave me taken off at once or won't you?\nHOTEL KEEPER. What do you want up there?\nAren't you satisfied? Didn't I have you taken off\nat night?\nUNKNOWN MAN. Well, I should say so. You\nthink I'd be hanging here nights, too!"}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.38", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nHOTEL OWNER. Then you can stand it a few\nminutes longer. The people are bored—\nTALL TOURIST. Say, have you any idea of\nwhat you have done? Do you realize the enormity\nof it? You are scoundrels, who for your own\nsordid personal ends have impiously exploited the\nfinest human sentiment, love of one's neighbor.\nYou have caused us to undergo fear and suffering.\nYou have poisoned our hearts with pity. And now,\nwhat is the upshot of it all? The upshot is that this\nscamp, your vile accomplice, is bound to the rock\nand not only will he not fall as everybody expects,\nbut he can't.\nMILITARY WOMAN. What is the matter? He\nhas got to fall.\nTOURIST. Policeman! Policeman!\n(The pastor enters, out of breath.)\nPASTOR. What? Is he still living? Oh, there\nhe is! What fakirs those Salvationists are.\nVOICES. Don't you know that he is bound?\nPASTOR. Bound! Bound to what? To life?\nWell, we are all bound to life until death snaps the\ncord. But whether he is bound or not bound, I re-\nconciled him with heaven, and that's enough. But\nthose fakirs—\nTOURIST. Policeman! Policeman, you must"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.39", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\ndraw up an official report. There is no way out\nof it.\nMILITARY WOMAN (going for the hotel owner).\nI will not allow myself to be fooled. I saw an\naeronaut drop from the clouds and go crash upon\na roof. I saw a tiger tear a woman to pieces—\nPHOTOGRAPHER. I spoiled three films photo-\ngraphing that scamp. You will have to answer for\nthis, sir. I will hold you responsible.\nTOURIST. An official report! An official re-\nport! Such a bare-faced deception. Mary, Jimmie,\nAleck, Charlie, call a policeman.\nHOTEL KEEPER (drawing back, in despair).\nBut, I can't make him fall if he doesn't want to. I\ndid everything in my power, ladies and gentlemen!\nMILITARY WOMAN. I will not allow it.\nHOTEL KEEPER. Excuse me. I promise you\non my word of honor that the next time he will\nfall. But he doesn't want to, to-day.\nUNKNOWN MAN. What's that? What did you\nsay about the next time ?\nHOTEL KEEPER. YOU shut up there!\nUNKNOWN MAN. For ten dollars?\nPASTOR. Pray, what impudence! I just made\nhis peace with heaven when he was in danger of\nhis life. You have heard him threatening to fall on\nmy head, haven't you? And still he is dissatisfied."}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.40", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE S NEIGHBOR\n\nAdulterer, thief, murderer, coveter of your neigh-\nbor's ass—\nPHOTOGRAPHER. Ladies and gentlemen, an ass!\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Where, where is an\nass?\nPHOTOGRAPHER (calmed). I thought I heard\none.\nSECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. It is you who are an\nass. I have become cross-eyed on account of your\nshouting: \"An ass! An ass!\"\nMARY (wearily). Papa, children, look! A\npoliceman is coming.\n(Excitement and noise. On one side a crozvd\npulling a policeman, on the other the hotel keeper;\nboth keep crying: \"Excuse me! Excuse me!\")\nTOURIST. Policeman, there he is, the fakir, the\nswindler.\nPASTOR. Policeman, there he is, the adulterer,\nthe murderer, the coveter of his neighbor's ass—\nPOLICEMAN. Excuse me, excuse me, ladies and\ngentlemen. We will bring him to his senses in\nshort order and make him confess.\nHOTEL KEEPER. I can't make him fall if he\ndoesn't want to.\nPOLICEMAN. Hey, you, young man out there!\nCan you fall or can't you? Confess!"}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.41", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nUNKNOWN MAN {sullenly). I don't want to\nfall!\nVOICES. Aha, he has confessed. What a\nscoundrel!\nTALL TOURIST. Write down what I dictate,\npoliceman— \"Desiring—for the sake of gain to\nexploit the sentiment of love of one's neighbor—\nthe sacred feeling—a-a-a—\"\nTOURIST. Listen children, they are drawing up\nan official report. What exquisite choice of lan-\nguage !\nTALL TOURIST. The sacred feeling which—\nPOLICEMAN {writing with painful effort, his\ntongue stuck out.) Love of one's neighbor—the\nsacred feeling which—\nMARY {wearily). Papa, children, look! An\nadvertisement is coming.\n{Enter musicians with trumpets and drums, a\nman at their head carrying on a long pole a huge\nplacard with the picture of an absolutely bald head,\nand printed underneath: \"I was bald.\")\nUNKNOWN MAN. TOO late. They are drawing\nup a report here. You had better skidoo!\nTHE MAN CARRYING THE POLE {stopping and\nspeaking in a loud voice). I had been bald from\nthe day of my birth and for a long time there-\nafter. That miserable growth, which in my tenth"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.42", "texte": "LOVE OF ONE'S NEIGHBOR\n\nyear covered my scalp was more like wool than real\nhair. When I was married my skull was as bare\nas a pillow and my young bride—\nTOURIST. What a tragedy! Newly married\nand with such a head! Can you realize how dread-\nful that is, children?\n{All listen zvith interest, even the policeman\nstopping in his arduous task and inclining his ear\nwith his pen in his hand.)\nTHE MAN CARRYING THE POLE {solemnly).\nAnd the time came when my matrimonial happiness\nliterally hung by a hair. All the medicines recom-\nmended by quacks to make my hair grow—\nTOURIST. Your note-book, Jimmie.\nMILITARY WOMAN. But when is he going to\nfall?\nHOTEL KEEPER {amiably). The next time,\nlady, the next time. I won't tie him so hard—you\nunderstand ?\n(CURTAIN.)"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191401-01.1.43", "texte": "PC) E T R Y\nA MAGAZINE OF VERSE\nEdited by Harriet Monroe, 543 Cass St., Chicago, 111.\n\nPOETRY, at the end of its first year, is no longer an experi-\nment but an assured artistic success, a publication whose\nimportance is authoritatively recognized, not only in this\ncountry, but in Great Britain and France as well. The\nfield it has opened up is full of brilliant possibilities, en-\ncouraging the editors to hope for the enthusiastic sup-\nport of a discriminating public.\nPOETRY endeavors to present the best verse now being\nwritten in English, quality alone being the test of ac-\nceptance.\nPOETRY is an effort to create an organ for the art. While\nthe ordinary magazines must minister to a large public\nlittle interested in poetry, this magazine appeals to and\nwill develop a public primarily interested in poetry as\nan art, potentially the highest, most complete human ex-\npression of truth and beauty. Thus it offers to poets a\nchance to be heard by their own audience, in their own\nplace, without the limitations imposed by the popular\nmagazines. 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