The Art Exhibit

LORELEI

PROVINCETOWN Woodcut by TOD LINDENMUTH

AUGUST, 1924

1 . LORELEI AUGUST NUMBER I 1924

Administration MYRON JEAN PARROT, Editor

ASSOCIATE EDITORS Mary Heaton V orse Susan Glaspell Harry Kemp Maxwell Bodenheim William Gaston Wm. Auerbach~Levy

CONTRIBUTING EDITORS Charles W. Hawthorne T od Lindenmuth Ross Moffett Peter . Hunt Lucille Kahn ]. H. Greene Abigail Marshall W. H. W. Bicknell Blanche Stillson Coulton Waugh Frank Carson Lulu Merrick Marjorie Austen Ryerson '

ART CONTENTS

COVER. Designed by PETER H uNT.

PROVINCETOWN. A Woodcut by Too LINDENM UTH. 1

JEANNE D'ARC. A Black-and-white by Peter H uNT 7

. and suddenly there appeared among them a multitude of heavenly hosts. (the Bible). A Black-and-white by P ETER HuNT 9

EUGENE O'NEILL. A Caricature by Coulton WAUGH . 15

LONG NOOK. Etching by W. H. W. BICKNELL 16

"TOILERS OF 'l'HE SEA". A Linoleumcnt by FRANK CARSON 17

PROVINCETOWN FISHERMAN. After a Painting by CHARLES W. HAWTHORNE 21

A MAP OF PROVINCE'l'OWN. Illustrated by Coulton WAUGH 24

BROTHER AND SISTER. An Etching by MARGERY AusTEN RYERSON 27

WINTER'S HARVEST. After a painting by Ross Moffett 32

'l'HE WHARF. A Woodcut by BLANCHE STILLSON . 37

4 LITERARY CONTENTS

PAGE OUT OF THE IVORY PALACES. A Poem by HARRY KEMP. 11

.!ESTHETIC SATYRIASIS. By J. K. Huysmans (Englished by Myron Jean Parrot) 12

EUGENE O'NEILL. Portrayed m Bold Relief by MAXWELL BODENHEIM 13

A PIECE OF SILVER. A Short Story by MARY Heaton VORSE 15

GOATS AMONG STONES. A Poem by SusAN GLASPELL 19

HAWTHORNE, N. A. An Appreciation by LuLU MERRICK 20

CONFESSIONS of a Former Piano Player by M. J . P . . 23

GEORGE CRAM COOK and the Provincetown Players. An Article by HARRY KEMP 29

PRIERE CHINOISE. A Poem by LUCILLE KAHN 31

... les neiges d'antan." A Poem by MYRON JEAN PARROT 33

A COMEDY OF TERRORS. A Dramatic Criticism by WILLIAM GASTON 35

THE ART EXHIBIT. A Brief Criticism. . 38

TRAMPING ON IMMORTALITY. A Book Review by L. K. . 39

MAKERS OF THE LORELEI . 42

5 Among other new art features in the September Lorelei

- a sixty-four page number, to be ready August 18th-

will be a series of caricatures of well-known Province-

towners by WM. AUERBACH-LE\'Y .

Subscription Rates

One yea,r (thirteen numbers) $3.50

Foreign $4.50

Seven numbers $2.00

Foreign $3.00

Unsolic•ited manuscriipts will be considered only if typewritten and accompanied by a stamped and addressed envelope. The contents of the Lorelei are protected by copyright and rnust not be reprinted without permission of the authors, to whom copyrights are transfered on date of publication. All communications concerning contributions, advertisements or subscriptions should be addressed to Myron J ean Parrot, Provincetown, Massachusetts.

6 jeanne d'Arc PETER HUNT

7 And suddenly there appeared among them a mullilude of heavenly hosts - the Bible. PETER HUNT

9 OUT OF THE IVORY PALACES

"All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces ... forget also thine own people, and thy father's house." -Psalms.

UT of the ivory palaces she came And gold of Ophir sat about her brow; 0 Yet her soul in her was a sinking flame.

The King spake to her, calling her by. name, Bidding her wear for frontlets on her brow Honour and royalty sealed by his vow:

''Forget your people and cleave unto me, And princes shall your unborn children be!"

A low lute played . . and she could not forget! A bird sang . . she remembered, and, most sad, Her soul was in the Tents.of Kedar yet Though all in wrought gold was her body clad!

HARRY KEMP.

11 AESTHETIC SATYRIASIS A Free-Translation from the French of]. K. HUYSMANS By Myron ]ean Parrot

HE contemplation of an erotic ex- fulfillment for which lust cri es, of that T pression of true genius lures me fulfillment which is the nltimate ectasy to a groping descent into the of physical sensation, and whieh is only a. violation oE a more or less prndish con- tenebrons profundities of the artist's vention. or am I speaking of the tem- soul .... pestuous pa.. ion wh ich provokes and When pornographic literary works or justifies the scx11a l act, for it betokens indelicately voluptuous paintings possess on ly an awakening of senses, a pulsingof genuine aesthetic values, L know that T blood, life's outcry against imprisonment must dismiss, because of the presence o[ anrl death. I spenk merrly of the spirit. these values, any suspicion oE carnality or lust; of isolated erotic images, without in the lives of their creaators. o sensi- t he representation of flesh and witho11t tively artistic portrayal oE a lascivious the desirefor physical rrlcase. life can be achieved by a· ma11 who lives Ancl almost al1ways the artistdreams of lasciviously; for when lust effects a stu- the same elusive, amorous phantoms, pos- pration of the flesh, gen iu .. lapses ini o t uring seductively, offering unordinarily senility and dies. Moreover, a man who pleasuralble caresses. But t·hc natural. act accedes to and accepts the impositions of or lust, the stupration of the body is in- concupiscence, is in no state, mentally or existent-is cast away as denuded of psychologically, to delineate an emotion mystery; as uninteresting; as evoking n on paper or on canvas. trite turmoil, a cry of banality, the dead- 1 might add that the man who prates ened lyrism of a ludicrously obviou de- of virtue, celebrates maidenly modesty, lnsi on. A nd the urge towards a preter- and exalts ingenuous love, will often con- natural defloration, the longing for those ceal under the prudish and chill allure- loftlirr, enravishing tumult of which ments of his "art", elaborae degrada- th flesh is incapable, arises compellingly tions, to which, prostrate, in the silence within him. of ecret places, he makes flaccid sur- The depravity of his sonl is intensified render. if you like, but it is refined and ennobled Truly, when you pause to consider the by the ideal with which it intermingles matter, only virgins are indecent, only thc ideal of superhuman frailties and of chaste persons are obscene. Contincnec, new magnificentvices to commit. everyone knows, elicits horribly lecher- The presence of a fl esh and blood wo- ous mental images; the man who remains man invariably breaks the enchantment: alooE from the flirt of flesh grows hotly thr artist becomes embarrassed, resentful, lu tful; he becomes hysterical, rampant, cold; and when a violation of the body and finally, in his dreams, he is uplited occurs he experiences a terrible disillu- to an often orgiastic delirium. sionm ent . . .. The artist who is ferociously sallacious 'l'his intell ectual hysteria, these dark in his treatment of sex is general ly, I be- 1ing pleasures are translated into aesthetic creations which shall give life to his lieve, a chaste man . . . . erotic fantasies. He achieves thus a Indeed, all artists, whether or not they spiritual relief, the only one possible for live austerely, are inflamed, more than him, since, as I have already said, the anyone el e, with the fervors and furors physical indulgence of a lustful tempeia- of lust. I am not speaking now of the mcnt inevitably destroys art.

12 EUGENE O'NEILL Portrayed in Bold Relief By MAXWELL BODENHEIM

beings are apt to advance The proletariat thrusts the shadow of its the same ex ternals throughout hairy fists upon even-eighths of his words the years, in spite of the ·pranks and written activities. A clark oppression HUMANand ft uetuations in their fortunes. Clowns is forever with him and at times it rises persist in acting like undertakers' ap- to a visible strain as he bows somewhat prentices, when not working; shoe-sales- awkwardly to those civilized trifles known men appear to be moving-picture actors in as manners and tact. The profane con- search of some peuliarlyelusive thought; tempts and straight lines of the gutter and stenographers dress in mysterious merge to a poorly disguised impatience on sables and duvetyns, and look like un- his face, and you expect him to overturn scrupulous society-debutantes. In each the table at any moment and concentrate case the bottom desire within each indi- his basic hatred for life into an uppercut vidual refuses to heed the facts and per- to the chin of some stupidly elegant turbations of his daily life and frequently opponent. rules his dress and conduct without his He respects only extremes-the rough conscious knowledge. lnrchings of the underdog and gangster, Eugene 0 'Neill, the playwright, is a or the supreme, airily embellished cruel- man married to a single, tyrannical mood. ties of the bona-fide intellectual. The rec-

13 ollection of a conversation with him six the rendezvous of a New York gang called years ago slides perfectly into this view- the Hudson Dusters (nice, suave-voiced, point (I shall place his remarks in wistful, ephemeral gentlemen), and two of quotation-marks, although, owing to the the members were beside us at the table. lapse of time since their utterance, I At that time 0 'Neill was unknown and cannot guarantee the accuracy of the savage, with a fathomless capacity for phraseology) : whiskey. He has been forced to abstain ''If the proletariat and the intellec- from the latter flirt to save himself from tuals and artists would only get to- a tombstone, but outside of better clothes gether, they could rule the world. I and a greater silence, and a touch of weary mean the real ones-not the fake slobs calmness, he has not changed. on either side. 'l'he gangsters, gun. The praise of almost every critic in men, and stokers, joined to the few, America; the financial success of his plays ; important rebels among artists and their reproduction in England and France writers, would make a hot proposition. -these things are negligible jests to him, ''They're all aristocrats in a difl'er- and he probably endures them only be- ent way, and they're all outcasts from cause they protect the leisure time in which the upper worlds of society; and if he writes. His long, brown face and their eyes ever open up to these resem- widely sinister eyes have not really de- blances, well, it'll be goodnight gov- - parted from the rear room of the saloon ernment and middle-classes! in which he once threw his curses and '' 'rhis world will always be ruled taunts at the cringing, lack-lustre expedi- by somebody, and the only trouble is ents of life. that the sharpest minds and the strongest fists have never come to- His genius will always be a harshly gether to polish off the job. '' brooding, earthly force, more concerned As he spoke, we were seated in the back with the alleys of life than with its par- room of a saloon known as Hell's Hole- lors and sun-dappled roads.

LONG NOOK Etching by W. H. W. BICKNELL

14 A PIECE OF SILVER. By MAR Y HEATON VOR SE

HEN Antoine was five he held h;s His sister Laura hated washing. She hand clinched in a fist. 'l'hat was quarreled about it and tried to snealc because they made fun of his away. His mother and sister talked like mother. They made fun of her because this all the time: his father was dead. They called af1 cr "Hey Laura! You hurry up and pnt him, "You're a norphan. '' 'l'hen he \voul.d out the clo thcs. '' let fly his fist and say, ''God damn you. ''Can't May help?'' My mama 's the biggest.'' "No. She can'-she's gotta go to May- Chocolate and kinny laughed at him. hews with clo 'cs. '' 'l'hey were big boys and thought he was ''I'm tired, Ma. '' plucky. They called him an orphan to ''You be more tired bimeby if you don' hear him swear. 'I' hey dicln 't know that eat. Now mar h!" And she would herd it made his heart too big for him, so that Laura before her, her reel arms brandished it beat as if it would come out. awfully. Once Sam Dowlcs slapped Antoine over Afternoons Laura put on a pink waist the head with a codfish and almost knocke<1 and walked up and clown the board walk him clown and left a track of fishy slime with the girls. Sometimes May tidied the across his face. home. Antoine watched her. 'l'wice a clav Hismother shook her fist at Sammy and John carne home. He was Antoine's big Antoine felt safe with her wide . ilhouettc brother. Heleaned over his plate and ate in the window. fast. When he left he slammed the door. So he called after Sammy, Sometime he quarreled with Laura. "Damn you, my mother is bigger than There ·were always flatirons heating. your mother ! '' 'l'h ey were only taken off to fry the fish. When the clothes were all ironed they Antoine's mother was wide and th iclc smelled good. through, and swayed when he walked. When she stood still it was with both feet After supper May put Antoine to bed, planted as though to withstand the on- and he could always hear Laura and his laught of a wave. Her face was red and mother fighting about Laura's going out. on her wide nose was a mole. Antoine ''You let John.'' was fascinated by that. When she held "Ain' he a boy?" him on her lap he could not take his eyes "Aint I never goin' to have any fun like from it. When he touched it with his no one else ? '' finger she slapped him with her thick "You can' go out at night. I ain' goin' hand, that was hard from work and soft let you trot on the street nights.'' with perpetually washing. It was always "Maw can't I go jest to 'the Post Office?" clean and smelled of brown soap. Through the gloom of the bedroom An- There was always wa ·h. 'l'he stove was toine could see his mother larger than ever, always hot heating more water. When An- her feet in their wide torn shoes planted toine's mother spilled the tub in th yard firmly on the floor, her legs spread apart, there would be a grey pool that ran out the palms of her hands resting on her in greasy waves. When he paddled in the knees. He never saw her hands without ·suds, his mother called to him: thinking how they melled of soap. ''Hey, you Antoine. Le' that 'lone. ''Can't I go out Maw, can't I " Laura You wan to get all wet!" begg.ed. Later there was a white scum on the Sitting impassive, her hands on her brown earth where the suds had been. knees, his mother wouldn't answer.

l.i "Can't I?"Laura would plead for the he shouted with defiant gladness to the hundredth time. other children, to the big boys, to the ''No!'' she would bark :finally. world: Antoine always jumped at that-" No!" "Bang! Bang! My mama's the big- -as if his mother had struck him. gest!" May read ncar the lamp. She never He was going to see the fireworks; his asked to go out. Every night his sister big mother was going to take him. She and mother fought like thi . Sometimes sat all clay under the apple tree in the Laura cried. Sometimes she said: yard. She had on a white shirtwaist and a tight black skirt. She had a bright ''I never have any fLm!'' pink ribbon for a cravat with a great big Later his mother would come to bed. She pin on it rimmed with gold. She sat was like a big soft mountain, very comfort- with her knees far apart and her hands ing. The bed creaked when she got in, on her knees in her familiar pose, still as and sloped so that Antoine slid clown near a big statue. When Antoine came near her. She gave a sigh before she went to his mother he could hear a sound like the sleep. humming of bees; she wa humming un- One night, the fight between Laura and der her breath "Marching Through his mother was different. Georgia" and "Yankee Doodle." She "There's going to be fireworks on the sat there quietly and happily humming wharf-there's going to be a band at the to herself all day. Knights o' Columbus. Can't I go out on As evening came Antoine grew more the F ourth, Ma? '' and more excited. His heart felt as if it "Yes," his mother answered. "I'm was going to bmst right out of him, the goin' with May an' you an' Antoine. Time way it had when the boys called out: I had some fnn. I'll go and buy every one "You're 'n orphan", only now it was ice cream.'' His mother spoke in the same from happiness. And somehow he knew husky, throaty voice that she did when that his mother was just as happy and she told Antoine stories of the islands and excited as he was, though she didn't skip the roses in her father's garden. around. All she said was: "Well, girls, guess we might go now." Every little while Antoine would have a May was dressed in white and had on happy excited feeling inside him as though white shoes and stockings. Laura had on a star had exploded in his heart, and that her· pink waist. They were just going to would be the remembrance that he was go when Mrs. Dutra hurried in. She going to see the fireworks. He inquired looked at Antoine's mother in dismay. about them cautiously from Mr. Dutra, the "Oh dear," she said, "are you going carpenter, next door. You went out on the too, Mrs. Corria? Nellie Davis never wharf to see them, he learned; but the came to stay with the baby.'' most important part was his mother, she Over at Dutra's they had a little new was going to take him. She was going with baby. Sometimes Antoine's mother Laura and May to look after them and l1e stayed with the baby wlJen Mr. and Mrs. was going, too. Dutra went to the pictures together, Antoine realized that this clay was dif- "I was going to give ellie a quarter," ferent from all other clays he had ever Mrs. Dutrasaid. known. Early in the morning, por ! pop! His mother shook her head. "I gotta he heard the noise of pi tol hot· from out- stay with my girls." side, and the tooting of horns. 'l'hen there Mrs. Dutra was pretty and young. "I'd was no washing; there was no washing on give anything if you'd stay tonight-fifty Snnday either. But .this clay was entirely cents, seventy-five." different from Sunday. 'l'here were flags Her husband shouldered into the everywhere; children had pistols, they had house. flags; some had paper caps with red, white "Oh, come on, Ma-stay." He slipped and blue, some had horns. a big silver dollar into Mrs. Corria 's Antoine ran through the :field back of hand. "We'll take care of the girls," he his house. He made his arms go round added. "-I'll look after Antoine." and round like a windmill. As he ran Continued on Page 45

16 "TOILERS OF THE SEA'' Linoleumcut by FRANK CARSON GOATS AMONG STONES

gay young goats of Greece Are climbing the great stones, Stones that once were temple. TStones that for centuries were temple. A mountain shook the temple down, A playing mountain shook the temple into stones for gay young goats, Into merry disarray For skillful goats. They do not mind- the stones, They have been scaled and skipped among before- Stones that once were temple; They were scaled and skipped among by gay young goats of younger Greece, As they stood in waiting disarray- Stones that would be temple.

SUSAN GLASPELL.

19 HAWTHORNE, N. A. By LULU MERRICK

HARLES IIAWTIIORNE stands It has been mainly to this purpose that today as arch-type of the man he has worked, and he has seen his efforts c who cannot accept failure, w!.o rewarded by tl1c advancement of hi s art to great heights. Museums, cralleries, and cannot even admit discouragement. At private collections have for year. been first a de igner, he was not successful; eager to possc ss examples of his work, then he tried illustrating and again met yet neither fam e nor pecuniary success and laughed at defeat, his creative im- arc what he has primarily sought. If pulse spurring him on to try painting they have come to him, it is because of He studied for a time at the Art Stu- his sincerity, belief in his ideals, and a dents' League in New York, but its rou- cer·tain tenacity of action which is an in- tine irked him, and he left, to follow in- tegral part of the man. dividually his ideas of self-expression in color. While his art is realistic, true to type, Color became his plaything, his life and frankly an acknowledgment of na- work and his religion. His method was ture as his greatideal, it is yet poeti al in to draw with his brushes, as he painted. aspect, for it embraces not only sympathy never to "lay in" with pencil or charcoal, and understanding with the human emo- and this is the technical manner he has tions that go to make up his characters, always adhered to. It is what he teaches but a lyric quality, rhythm, harmony, and his pupils-spontaniety and directness. a spirituality, which carries the observer His color sense is an inherent gift, whiel1 bryoncl mere paint. Ilis yo un g girls arc has always distinguished his paintings the embodiment of youth and of grace, from those of ·his fellows, even in the first of the tenderness of womanhood, which stage of his career. is strength and force. To be a noted teacher was his goal and With his knowledge of character and to that end he presently studied with his ability to record it, it might have been William M. Cha e, who became his firm expected that be would sooner or later be friend and to whom he owes much. known as a por'trait artist. In thi s mode It is not only a an artist of individual ability that Hawthorne's name will en- .of expression he has painted noted people graved in the memories of American art in many cities. But he remains faithful lovers. As the founder of a school of to his more beloved subjects-Portugue. e figure painters, many of whom can well fishermen and young girls, who have long hold their own with any present day ar- been associated with his art. tists of any land, he will be long remem- When the annals of painting have been bered; for with keenness of vision and fully read into the history of American the instinct of the born teacher, he has art, the name of Charles Ha·wthorne will discovered the natural tendencies of his project itself pr·e- cminently as a purely pupils, encouraged personality, empha- American painter, American taught and sized independence of thought and action in their work and led them to follow the an exponent of the ideals that characterize his country; who has found beauty at dictates of their own temperaments. home in recording tbc simple fisher folk In Hawthorne, the artist, we arc of the At.lantic coast, even as Rembrandt brought into contact with a man who paints for the joy of painting, whose in- found beauty in the Jewish quarter of his terests are not so much concerned with birth, in Amsterdam, and Millet expressed surface effects as with that which lies far his genius in representing the homely beneath hi canvas-the soul and char- peasants who were his neighbors in the acter of his sitters. Barbizon eli. 'trict of France.

20 PROVINCETOWN FISHERMAN By CHARLES W. HAWTHORNE

21 Excerpts /rom the CONFESSIONS Of a former Piano Player in Houses of Ill-Fame

EWSPAPERS mould the openions When I was writing literary articles of the masses. They tell what is for the London Daily Express, I used to going on in the world. . . . . do also women 's-page articles on every feminine topic from love to lingerie. 'l'hey In New York newspaper offices I have were signed nsual.ly by Doris Keane or written despatche. dated from J.Jondon . Alice Delysia. Paris, Berlin, Vienna, Petrograd, Tokio. SanFrancisco and Seattle, Wash. I have written articles signed by At one timeI wrote, for the New York Laurette 'l'aylor, The Dolly Sisters American, a full-column news-story every Gladys Cooper, Georgette Cohen, Pearl day about Mayor Hylan, whether or not White, Hope IIamptou, Co ll een Moore, he had done anyt_hing worth a story. and Naz1mova.

A n enormous mass of mews matter is 'l'he Dolly Sisters mix some of the best sent out every day over the Hearst wires, cocktails I have ever tasted. each editor selecting what he pleases. I used freq nently to interview the But articles about Marion Davies are Dolly Sisters. headed: ''All Hearst editors are in- s1 ructed to use this story.'' A friend of mine once sold a London I chanced to be among the group of newspaper an article about gigantic ship- newspaper-men who interviewed Joseph bnilding operations in the ports of Comad upon his arrival in America. Switzerland. The article was printed. Someone a ·ked him: ''Which of your novels do you like . Every newspaper feature-writer is per- best ?" sistently tempted by unknown young ac- "It depends on the day," said the tresses who offer elysian favors in return novelist; "sometimes I prefer one, some- for publicity. Once I introduced a dis- times another.'' tractingly pretty mannequin to another And next morning the carefully erudite journalist at the Embassy Club in Lon- ''Times'' offered its readers this intelli- don. After the girl had gone, he said: gence: ''Of all his novels Mr. Conrad Likes 'It Depends on the Day' the best." ''If that disconcerting trifle of allure- ment would grant whatever favors I asked for only a week or two I would During an interview with the wife of g iv e. her a series of Sunday feature an English lord, she said: stones.'' ''Please write exactly what I say, only "I '11 tell her," I replied. leave out the 'damns' and 'bloodies'." I did. She looked him up. The articles appeared in his paper. She is now a One extraordinarily faithful young popular London actress. And she refuses wife gave me a delectably long kiss for tospeak to the man who "made her." He writing a laudatory article about her hus- 1s heartbroken. He loves her. band. M. ]. P.

23 '

o.., -o-f> OL ~ <'<"__.. 0{_ -z.. ( THE HOOKED RUG Avec les SHOP BONS COMPLIMENTS

de Peter Hunt ELIZABETH WAUGH Collector

The THE Admiral Ben Bow SHIP-MODEL Inn SHOP

Breakfast, Luncheon and Dinner

COULTON WAUGH In An Atmosphere Designed Collector for the Discriminating

.. 26 BROTHER and SISTER Etching by MARGERY AUSTIN RYERSON

27 GEORGE CRAM COOK And the Provincetown Players By HARRY KEMP

OR years we had been talking, we was plenty of good wine on the menu (in F Greenwich Villagers, of the feasi- pre- prohibition clays, of course) . . bility of a little theatre where After dinner he invited me up to his \ apartment. . . playwrightswho wrote honestly of life as Cook was a tall, massively bmlt man of they saw it, might have their plays pro- lusty middle age. He had a mass of_ i ron- ducedas they had written them grey hair which he wa. always twisting Though not such a very long time ago, in his fingers, a face strongly sculptured those were the days of the unalterabe by experience and thoug.h t into a curious happy ending. People would not stand blend of artistic sensitiveness ·w1th de- for tragedy, we had the word of the cision of character, H e had written sev- Broadway managers for that . . . and, eral novels. lie knew Greek . o well that in many of its aspects, they would not he had made fin e translations of Sappho tolerate truth to life. In spite of the fact into English verse. lie seemed to have that, by their own admission the e gaug- all the humanities at his finger-ends.But ers of nublic taste fail ed far oftener than it was the native simplicity of the man they succeeded in hitting on what tbe that attracted me most. public wantecl, still they set themselves At first he spoke of his own life, of its up like the Fates, as ult1mate arb1ters problems and perplexities, as simply and from whom seemed no appeal. c1 i rectly as a clHlcl m1ght speak . . . Floyd Dell was one of the first to r e- then we . ettled clown to what was in the volt. He put on a bill of one-act plays of' general air of the Village, those days-a his at the Liberal Club, on Macdouga l discussion of the Little Theatre .. Street, on a stage improvised for· the oc- ''It seems to me,'' r emarked Cook, casion' . . . and commanded enthusias "that, so far, we have had a Little tic audiences. But this was but a spor- 'l'heatre movement not at all distinctive adic, personaltriumph, significant though of America. I 'd like to start a playhouse it proved to be in showing what talent wh ere people who wrote what they lay perdu, waiting for its chance. For in thought and felt about life, might have D ll 's plays appeared Sherwood Ander- a chancea to see theirwork procl uce d . " son, then not known as a novelist, Edna "Well, how are you going to go about St. Vincent Millay, Ida Rauh, Pendleton it?" I asked. King, Kirah Markham, Edwar l Goodman. "By first getting a group of people to- Arthur Davison Ficke, and Clement gether who are genuinely intel' estecl in Wool. the project . . . writers, artists, and Next door to the Liberal Club the Boni younO' actors who have a distaste for the boys opened a bookshop. Here it was commercial staO'e and its stupid grop- that the group that began th e Washing- ings toward what a hypothetical public ton Square Players held their first meet- wants. " ing ... from whom, in later clays, de- 'l'hat Summer found me in Pl'oviuee- rived the 'l'heatre Guild. town, which was then still a fisher village, But great ashas been th eir achievement an out-of-the-way place gorgeous with in the field of drama it was not until colour, lent mainly by a co lony of Portu- George Cram Cook conceived the idea of guese fishermen from the Azores, or, as the Provincetown Players that the dis- they spoke of them," The Islands." tinctively Am erican Little Theatre began, The town itself lay on the very end of as an autocthonou: gr·owth independent Cape Cod, surrounded by a weltering up- of European influences. thrust of . and dnnes and battered on all I shall never forget the first time I met sides by the continual sea. 'ook. It was iJJ an Italian restaurant Mary Heaton Vorse had discovered the somewhere in the Village, ·where there place. And she had whispered of it to

29 the rest of us. . . . Artists, poets, novelists, playwrights, sculptors-we followed her good word of the locality thither. It was this first, memorable Summer that George CramCook began to make a fact of his dream. He and his wife, Susan Glaspcll, had taken a cottage there. And there he l1ad gathered together, THE under his director. hip, a little group which he named '"l'he Provincetown Players." . . . Hutchins Hapgood and his wife, Neith Boyce ... Jack Reed and Louise Bryant . . . Mary Heaton SURFSIDE Vorse . . . Broer Nordfelt . . . Wil- bur Daniel Steele, and a few others. And there arrived at Provincetown, oJte day, a strange, sun-tanned reticent young man, who had a sheaf of plays with him, that he had had printed at his Cafe own expense. Hewas the son of 0 'Neill the actor. lie came to us, quite timidly, one afternoon, as we were holding a meeting ... ''Here is a book of mine . . . one- act plays of the sea mostly,'' he an- nounced haltingly and diffidently, as he handed the book to Susan Glaspell. It was Eugene O'Neill. Among the plays included in the volume was ''Bound East for Cardiff.'' Mary Heaton Vorse owned a wharf with a fish-hou. e at its end. She donated Service a Ia carle the u. e of both bouse and wharf to the newly inaugurated players. And here, From 7 A . M. until midnight backed by the executive patience and courage of George CramCook 'l'he Prov- incetown Players had their beginnings. And here, with the wash of the tide a. orchestra, Eugene O'Neill's plays of the sea knew their first production. The movement wa started that, to my mind, broke a wide hole in the conven- tional stage of today. I think I can safe- ly make such a statement when it is considered that our experiment made the plays of Eugene O'Neill and Susan G.las- pell practicable for the play going public. Lobster Dinners Of course we bi ckered and fought among ourselves. B11t we drew cr eative fun and artistic happiness out of our a specialty fighting and bickering. And all the while Cook, as manager, served a buffer between our various and conflicting temperaments He has never b en given quite the credit he deserves. ( Reprinted /rom "Boccaccio's Untold Tale'' by Harry Kemp, Brentano's)

30 Priere Chinoise

ODDESS of Mercy, pt·ostrate I! ... Hear thou, oh Lady of the Lotus Flower! My feet are loose ned of their b1:nding cloths j 1 havereleased the coiled jetof myhair, Put by myfillet and my broidered coat, My jewels of pearl and blue. My petal-satin cheeks are chat keel with pain,j JJfy parched mouth is a parry ling cher My frail hands flutter from my lute Like mulberry leaves.

Oh Kwan-yin! Goddess, hear!

'l'he twelve-toned bells are chiming Across the silvet· seething of the rain In summons to thy fane, And in the inner temple co urts I ct·y,- Oh J( wan-yin, hear my prayer!

I burn thee incense from the northern landj I offer to thee almonds and seed rice j I bring to thee myturquoise bracelet-band, My girdle ornaments of jade and gold j B efot·e thy shrine I lay this fan of ivory that mylot·d Carried to me across the Four Gt·eat Seas. Hear thou, Lady ·of the Lotus Flower, Heat· thou, J{ wan-yin.

'I.' he straws have answered that my lord is false j The gt·eat shell-tortoise at the city g.ate R eplies : "Hee dreams-butnot of thee he dreams." Give rne his old delight, Kwan-yin, Ilis cherishingj

31 Give rne the amber beauty of his limbs, His br·east, like to a shield of pliant gold; Give me the fevered thirsting of his lips That once fotmd honey in rny kiss, And dew to cool desire's summerd·rought! Hear thou, oh Lady of the Lotus Flower.

Acr·oss thy f eet Washes the bloocl of offering from my breast- Dyeing with cinnabarthis sacrificial blade, Dyeing with crimson all thy crystal niche; Blood that might sting his mouthl·ike dragon wine, W hip him to madness •in the arms of me, Spur him to passion's qnest of answering flame, Lash him- to love! Oh Kwan-yin, hear· my prayer!

LUCILLE KAHN.

WINTER 'S HAR VEST By R.OSS MOFFETT

32 " les neiges cl 'ant an"

JUNE SYBIL VIRGINIA IDA ANNE ISABEL GERMAINE NATALIE MOLLA ALITA MAE LINA ROSITA MELUSINE LOLA LOUISE LEATRICE OLIVE LORRAINE JOY ELEANOR REGINA ANITA MARALYN MANON CELESTE MARIBEL ELISE IRENE LAURA BEATRICE PHILOMENA PATRICIA VERA BLOSSOM VIVIENNE OPAL VALETTE EVE ALISON ALINE CAMILLE ROSALIE EVELYN ALICIA ELAINE NADA ANNE'l"l'E MADELINE LILLIAN ADELE LUCILLE DOROTHEA RITA Myron Jean Parrot

33 The Anne Overholt Inn Sea Chest Provincetown A name which betokens excellence and good taste jn. appointment and CUISine ANTIQUES

PROVINCETOWN

A . Austin Dunham CAPE OD

The Treetops San ]en " Sign of the Yellow Windmill" I mporling Company LUNCHEON A D AFTERNOON TEA An excellent collection of old and new Chinese em~ Piazza Tea Room broideries, beads, brasses Imported Novelties and cloisonne Sandwich Glass Jewelry and Silver

381 COMMERCIAL S'l'. BRADFORD ST., Foot of Pearl St. End of Kendal Lane

3-t A COMEDY OF TERRORS The Wharf Players "Horrify Themselves " By WILLIAM GASTON

N July tenth the Wharf Playr.r·s rough salt who wanted "the sea more nor of Provincetown opened their dra- her.'' The answer at last comes from Illy Q Paula, Portuguese slavey in the house of matic season. The locus of the the "departed," who hows up the cap- performance wa in a reconstructed barJJ, tain as a sanctimonious pudding-head with designated as the Players' Workshop, and the revelation that the doctor is in reality situated behind Frank Shay's recently ac- a natural son of the testatrix, born years quired home on Bradford Steet. There before while the captain was off cruising, was a capacity house ( that is, one hun- of what father we are not definitely in- dred and fifty bench- eats) long before formed, though given a trong inference hy the drawing of the curtain. the sudden way the Captain lunges from The bill presented consisted of three one- the room to save the Doctor from the snarl- act dramas, each revolving about a crime, i ng v .illagers. felony, or exploration into the recesses of llly Paula was weli acted by Frances the criminal mind. The first play closed Park, and Isaiah Small showed consider- with a highly desirable off- stagelynching; .able ease as Lawyer Higginson. The un- in the second we were exhibited the men- grateful role of Jean Mcintyre went it. tal byroads of ·a venal villain entangled best in the hancls of Frances Kemp, who with his onscience; and in the last, like- also contributed a most welcome comeli- wise an after-the-fact event, an unwily ness. Harry Kemp, as Captain orth, po - sheriff is hoi. t with his own petard. sessed a fine voice and stature, despite the In truth, with the exception of that sec- ramrods he seemed to be carrying in his tion of the audience, which, in attempting pant-legs. But the climax came when to gain their seats towards the rear of the Higginson demands, "Who charges any- house, ran afoul of the invisible step en thing ?" and the New England Captain route, the eveningheld but little levity. At answers, ''I do! I charge that man with the same time, there was much of true moider !'' value in the accomplishment of all those The Accomplice, by Abigail Marshall, present and their gay attachment to their was an excellent example of a rather an- purpose. cient brew. A murderer is watched in his 'l'he curtain-raiser, Wreckage, adapted room some months after the executed mur- by Colin Campbell Clements from a hort der. His mind is disintegrating; he suf- story by Mary Heaton Vorse, was techn i- fers from amnesia. The two agents at cally unsuited to the stage. Nine-tenths of work upon him are visibly represented: it consisted of the eliciting of facts con- Brain, the reel searing brain that stabilizes cerning a previous and mystifying death, him and keeps his course clear; and Soul, by the cross-questioning of an inexperi- in white, to be sure, that urges confession. enced lawyer. The nut to crack is, why In fact, Soul is the accomplice, and has al- did the ''departed'' leave Doctor Davidson ready unwittingly betrayed him by a pre- her cash, and why had the doctor (who, vious letter, a point that is di clo ed too by the way, greatly needed to mix himself early in the play to hold the interest. a talking powder) so isolated the ''de- Beside its prolixity, the character of the parted'' during the last two months of man, as revealed by his three manifesta- her illness? The blunt question is bluntly tions, cloes not seem particularly interest- posed by the rugged Dan North, sea cap- ing or subtle. It smacked more of a lit- tain, and thwarted spouse of the "de- erary than an actual appreciation of law- parted,'' who pounds his fist in asking for breakers. J. H. Greene, as Jay Bragdon, "The truth, by God, the truth!", the same showed great finish and experience as an actor of a well recognized school ; he brandished the hypodermic needle in superb style. Mrs. Greene, as the "Beloved" Brain, was ominous and contained, as the EIGHT BELLS part was written. Soul, though really an immoral wretch, possessed the needed Good Food . and beauty of physique. The Giant's Stair,by Wilbur Steele, gave Perfectly Permissible Lhe audience its greatest quiver and thus provided a climactic evening. The play, Drinks a frank "thriller", is well written for its purpose. The scene is a cottage in a bleak lonely spot in the mountains. Outside there is a storm raging; "the giants are walking up their stairs". There is a sus- Gifts picion of a committed crime. Circum- stance point first to the wife of the vic- Circulating Library tim, Lhen to her idiot sister, but finally reveal the real culprit to be the sheriff, who has laid a diabolical trap to provoke a confession from either of the two women, 5 TRElVION'r STREET but which, in a dubious and exciting moment, he forgets, and falls a neat prey to himself. Tl1e play is a difficult one not to over- act, and though the player acquitted themselves nobly, they did not entirely escape lhis innate difficulty. While there is some Kendall Northrop 's good imaginative writing, it is often hard to appreciate, in view of the hysterical Shop manner in which it must be delivered. Mi Hyde, as Till, the prophetic half- wit, a part demanding great versatility, 285 Commercial Street bore off the acting honors. She admirably s ncceecled in "horrifyingherself" with the various eerie succubi that shot through her febrile and underrated brain. Frank Hen- ANTIQUES - BATIKS der on, as Bane, the sheriff, was the com- plete arch-scoundrel, and terrified with his Interior Decorations grim dark beard. Sallie Sheldon as Mrs. Weatherburn, played her part easily, un- MODERN CRAFTS til colliding with the line with which she greets the second entrance of Till, '' 'l'ill, where 's that foul?" bearing down so hard Winter Shop on Lhe poor bird that she must have killed it if Till hadn't. 36 Joy Street, Boston In accordance with the design of the theatre, all three authors were present, and l'ose to the applause accorded them.

36 .The WHARF Woodcut by BLANCHE STILLSON

37 THE ART EXHIBIT

LEWIS' HE Provincetown Art Association opened its tenth annual exhib- NEW YORK tion on Monday, July 14th. 'l'here were shown ninety oil paintings, STORE three sculptures, twenty water colors, and 308~31 0 Commercial St. twenty-one etching, , too few of which were unusual in conception or execution. Head of Railroad Wharf Charles W. Hawthorne, Ambrose Web- Provincetown, Mass. ster, James Hopkins, Ros Moffett, Wm. ape Cod's Large t Department Store Auerbach-Levy, Richard Miller, George E lmer Brown, Gerrit Benekcr, the late Max Bohm, and W. H. W. Bicknell, most MERCHANDISE of whom we re ineligible in the prize com- of petition, are among the more prominent arti ts whose work is represented in the MERIT exhibition. Their work, of course, gave, SERVICE in most in. tances, at least a hint of the and genius their dealer. advertise; but so far, apparently, they ha vc not succeeded in SATISFACTION breathing souls into the stiff clay in their classes. Frederick Waugh, 'the marine painter, is represented thi year for the :first time. A portrait head of Edwin Dickinson, by Sidney Dickinson, which has been ac- Provincetown corded more than passing note elsewhere, is shown. Theatre The fi rst prize of one hundred dollars was awarded to Randolph LaSalle Coats, fo r his painting, "Wee Mite Moggish", a 2 3 7 Commercial St. quite remarkable Provincetown landscape-remarkable, quite, for having won a hundred dollars. "Le Pont Ncuf", by Robert Ball , another med iocre landscape, Photoplays De Luxe received the second award of fifty dollars. In one regard the exhibition may be re- garded as unusual. The utmost care has Matinee at 3 been taken to avoid 11 preponclerance of emphasis on the work of any single Evenings at 8 school. There are very conservative painters represented; there are impres- Change of program daily sionists, post-impre ssionists, moderns, and ·ultra-moderns, and there arc many who

(Co ntinued on IPage 41)

38 TRAMPING ON IMMORTALITY The Harry Kemp Rewrites The Classics Gifford House

OCCACCJO'S UNTOLD TALE On High Ground Just off ancl Other One-Act Plays, by the Main Street B Jlarrv Kemp (Brentano's,) pre- sents a group of ten plays, composed and At the Sign of executed in the naively original manner of· which thi incerc artist is consistently THE BLUE FLAG capable. On the whole-and the book has a splendid cvennc s-the pla;ys arc keenly cl ramatic, free from verbo ity, and emotive Rooms Single or en Suite with vibrant, sharply incisive action. The characters arc real; their passions and re- with Bath sponses, their furors and ecstasies and sufferances have all been lived. Gordian knots arc untied with smoothness and . rapidity. One cannot doubt that these GEORGE' A. MERRILL plays will act. Proprietor "Boccaccio 's Untold Tale" is laid in Florence in the year of the GreatPlaO'ue. Its plot is bitter, and quite pathetically beautiful-that of a young nobleman, who, tricked into the belief that his sweetheart has lost her loveliness, in his horror be- The comes blind. It is a sympathetically human presentation of the hysterical malady, New Central House which one has heretofore found chiefly in cl inical works. Frank E. Potter The Game Called Kiss", a fancif ul sketch, laid in the Age of Innocence, Proprietor is preseutecl in rhymed couplets, a device usually lost on the speaking stage, bu t not nnplca. ing to the closet reader. There is little plot but much tender amusement, and FIFTY MILES AT SEA a trace of satire of the Shavian "Super- man'' school. TIP END OF CAPE COD "The'\Vhite Hawk" is probably the best of the plays. Based on the Decarneron and retold therefrom, it is very beautiful in conception and it is equally beautiful iu Telephone 30 dramatization. 'l'hc story is too well knowu to require mention- that of Frederick's Provinceton, Mass. all-sacrificing love for Giovanna, and its (Continued on Page 41)

39 THE IVY SHOP THE TID BIT Wax Craft Novelties Fashioned by Hand INFORMAL 1n The Oldest House 1n REFRESHMENT Provincetown FOR TEl\1PERAMENT AL Snug Harbor Gift Shop ART EXHIBIT FOLK by JOHN FRAZIER TOD LINDENMUTH ROSS MOFFETT MARGERY RYERSON HELEN WALCOTT Walter Harding and others 157 Commercial Street

Adams Pharmacy Burning Beacon PROVINCETOWN, MASS. BOOKS Opp. Post Office -- BATIKS SAGAMORE, MASS. LENDING LIBRARY Keith Block JEWELRY -- The THE SPODE GIFT SHOP Scudder--Kee Co. Specialists in Imported China Ladies' Outer Garments . Post Cards and Souvenirs Gordon Silk Hosiery PROVINCETOWN $2.25 a Pair All Shades

40 Tramping . on Immortality

(Continued from Page 39) final sad fruition-and it has gained 1 through Mr. Kemp's understanding and Chesco s technical skill. The Don Juan plays are plainly dear to Italian Restaurant the author,-dealing as they do with a figure to which Mr. Kemp's interest has perhaps added in the past few years, a new color. In "Don Juan's Christmas Eve", 'to quote the preface, Tenario is introduced Alluring Cuisine ''as an lncident in a sort of miracle play, based on a medieval legend concerning the miraculous rebirth of the Christ-child every Christmas eve.'' In the other play, "Don. Juan in a Garden", the great lover in his old age is indicated as sparing a A Nook in a virgin, to the virgin's final disappointment. These plays belong to a projected Don Lombardy Garden Juan cycle, which the author designs to begin with 'l'enario 's childhood, and ex- tend beyond his death. The other plays largely of the· imaginative eras of the elder world-laid in the Byzantine period, in the Homeric age, in Old Testament times and in the dream The kingdom of Alamena- cover the key-board ADVOCATE of dramatic feeling from the profound bass of terror and tragic death to the fluting GI FT SHOP treble of laughter- never harsh, but oftener than not tinged with the sardonic sophis- Opp. Town Hall, 267 Commercial St. tication which is the lot of any writer who studies men and women as they posture in the crises of a life which bas been built on GIFTS, SOUVENIRS, compromise. L. K. S'fATIONERY, POST CARDS Hand-Colored Local Photographs, The A rl Exhibit Cape Cod Fire Lighters, Cape Cod (Continued from Page 38) Windmills, and Aeroplanes "Cape Cod: New and Old," by make no claim to adherence to any of Ag·nes Edwards; 'l'horeau 's ''Cape these groups, but who naturally have a Cod", Joseph Lincoln 's Cape Cod place in the annals of American art. Books, '''The Mayflower Pilgrims'' It is regretted, however, that the di- by E. J. Carpenter; ''The Province- town Book, " by Nancy W . Paine rectors of the Art Association are content Smith, $2.00. to unbend in an elaborately undignified salaam to social imbecility and pink-tea BRITTANY WARE politics.

41 Makers of the Lorelei MAXWELL BODENHEIM, poet, playwrigltt RED INN and novelist, bas long been associated with the literary colon ies of New York and Chicago. His work represents less an adherence to the so-called PROVINCETOWN " new chool" of letters than a pioneer exploration of hitherto almost uncharted fields. In his CAPE COD, MASS. many books, which form an impressive li st, in- cluding such titles as "Minna and Myself," "In- troducing Ironies," "Advice," "Blackguard," the All Rooms with Baths "Sardonic Arm," and "Crazy Man,"-he has marked himself as prophet of a newe form of li terary thought. Garage During nineteen twenty-three, and until ver y lately, he has been associated with Ben H echt in Afternoon Tea the publication of a satiric and critical paper known as the "Chicago Literary Times." This Telephone in advance : periodical has been recently discontinued ,because of the demands upon the editors' time, consequent Provincetown-50 to work on fort hco ming novels. Mr. Bodenheim is the newest member of the MISS MARION WILKINSON Provincetown literary colony, this being his first year on Cape Cod.

HARRY KEMP, poet and outstanding novelist, has been a member of the Provincetown summer colony for the past seven years. He has lived in colon ie which range from the purely artistic to the purely a nd politically rebellious, for many The Blue Lattice years. His early work-he published a numberof vol - umes of poe try-brought him to the attention CLUB BREAKFAST of the literary world, and hi s firstnovel, "Tramp- ing on Life," published by Bani and Liveright about a year and a half ago, has marked him as an outstanding fi gure among American writers. Table D'Hote Recently a volume of plays, "Boccaccio's Untold Tale and Other One-A t P lays," was publishe by LUNCHEON and Brentano. SUSAN GLASPELL is a poet and playwright DINNER who has done as much to forward a new literary movement-that of the one-act play-as has any dra matist of our day. .She has been associated A Ia Carte Service for years with various theatrical enterprises, par- t icularly with the Provincetown Players, for whom she did what is probably her best-known short play, "Suppressed Desires." In collabora- t ion with her husband, the well-·beloved "Jig" Cook, she has done a number of one and three- Highland House act plays, and was instrumental in founding the original Provincetown .Players group. On e of her most interesting full length plays, "The Verge," Golf Links was presented by the Provincetown Players in the winter of 1922. HIGHLAND HOUSE, She has been a member of the Provincetown literary group for a num'ber of years, and ha• North Truro used P rovincetown as a settin g for much of her Transient Rates work. $6.00-week $25.00-season MARY HEATON VORSE, author of "Men and $1.00-half-day Steel", "The Pr estons", and other novels, has oc- cupied the same house in Provincetown for six- Saturdays, Sundays and Holidays teen years. It was on her wharf that Eugene $1.50-half-day O'NeillWilbur Steele, Edna St. Vincent Millay. Susa n Gla pell, Helen Ware and Helen Westle)' Nine-Hole Course recruited embryonic talent and rehearsed the Grass Greens plays which were later to make the Provincetown (Continued on Page 45)

42 ]. V. Morris W. G. Stiff CHOICE Commercial Photography FAMILY GROCERIES Kodak Developing and Prompt Service Best Quality Printing Free Delivery Artists' Supplies

5 J 2 Commercial Street

Telephone 8029- 2 Rear of the Post Office

Mrs. S. M. Young THE PROVINCETOWN ART SHOP ANTIQUES Paintings, Batiks, Gowns, Jewelry Provincetown 373 Comm ercial Street

Provincetown Inn Help Yourself Provincetown, Mass. The Tip of the Cape, at "Land's End" POLLY'S SHORE DINNERS Broiled Live Lobsters BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER Chickens At Billowcrest Rooms for over-night guests 517 Commercial Street Telephone 46

43 Dutra's Taxi Service Adam's Garage Day and Night OFFICIAL Seven-Passenger A. L.A. Studebaker Big Six GARAGE Tel. 71 Party rates on long trips Phone 205

While In Provincetown MATHESON'S Dine at THE MARSHALL CAFE DEPARTMENT Steamed Clams and STORE Lobsters A Specialty · D. A. Matheson Near the Wharf Turn to the Right

MISS G. W. KENDRICK Du PAREARLS Hairdressing, Bobcurling a Specialty ORCHESTRA Facial Massage Music Furnished for All Occasions Appointments at the Home J. A. DUTRA, Mgr. 80 BRADFORD STREET Box 345

LADIES' HAIRDRESSER and BEAUTYPARLOR ''CONSIDER THE LILIES'' Expert Hair Cutting, Curling, Bleaching, Treatment-Creams and Tonics Frocks and Fancies JULIA S. RODERIUK BETTY AND MARIE 3 Standi h Street

FAR EAST GIFT SHOP ]. F. BRENNAN and TEA ROOM Chop Suey Tailor :MARION BARNETT International Made-to-Measure Successor to C. Edward Brown Clothes 273 Commercial Street Cleaning, Dyeing and Pressing

44 A P iece of Silver (Continued from Page 16) Mrs. Corria looked at the dollar; the silver dollar looked as big as the moon. Gertrude and Lucie ''Come on, come ·on, girls, we 'II be late! Come on!'' Mawson ''Come on, Antoine,'' said Mrs. Dutra, folding his hand into her little soft one. Offer a rare collection of old glass, But Antoine's eyes were on his mother. Lowestoft china, pink lustre tea sets She stood there dark, bigger than anyone. and jugs, silver resist lustre, Old In her hand was the round silver dollar. Stafford figures and animals, pewter Slow tears welled up in her eyes. Still candle-sticks, plates, etc. Antoine watched her, tugging away from Mrs. Dutra. Without words he knew Copper and brass, mirrors, tables, what was the matter. He knew she felt Windsor chairs, old chintzes and as he would if suddenly the fireworks embroideries had been snatched from him. He couldn't bear it. He ran to her and grasped her legs which were like the trunks of trees. ''Ma,'' he cried, ''Ma, you come-Ma, Chequessel you come.'' He wanted to beg her to .throw the dollar away; he wanted to tell her to let the girls stay with the baby, but Antique he had no words. He could only cry: Shop ''Come, Ma, come.'' Mrs. Dutra took him by the hand and pulled him along. ''Come on, sonny.'' The girls were already down the road. Makers of the Lorelei JANOPLIS BROS. (Continued from Page 42) Players famous. She is now chairman of the play reading committee of the Wharf Players. Her dramatically vivid articles on the world war from first-hand knowledge gained abroad; fine Fruits on the American steel strike of 1919 and 1920 ; and on the famine 'in Ru sia in 1921 a nd .and 1922, are known to magazine readers on both sides of the Atlantic. She was sent to Vienna and Buda.pest by the American Relief Administration, Candies and travelled through the Balkans as a member of the American Red Cros . She is now working on a novel, "Second Cabin". LULU MERRICK, art editor of the New York "We carry a single quality--the Best" Morning Telegraph and the "Spur", is a critic of di scrimination and distinction. At various times she ha s written for nearly all of the New York papers and for such magazines as the "Interna- tiona! Studio", the "Ameri can Art News", etc. She has published a number of short stories and at present is planning a book on the artistic condi- PROVINCETOWN tion of the age. Pilgrim's First Landing W·I'LLIAM GASTON, one of the youngest mem- 100-mile round trip from Boston to Cape bers of the Provincetown colony, is a playwright Cod on large ra

45 MARY'S INN Silva's Dry Goods H. M. Malchman Store Beautiful and Secluded HABERDASHER Gordon Hosiery Ralston Shoes, Shirts, Breakfast Edison Phonographs Linen Knicker:, Sweateri, Luncheon Quality - Service Golf Hose Dinner Opp. Adam's Garage 301 Commercial Street

CHAR!LE K RODERICK THE CUTLER Atlantic House Day or night taxi service PHARMACY Phone 33-14 LOBSTER DI NER Our Specialty PRISCILLA CUTLER 'rHE DUNES Provincetown Proprietor Rooms at Moderate Rates Luncheon, Tea and Dinner Moderate Prices

THE ROGERS ' BAGGAGE EXPRESS CENTRAL CAFE ANTIQUES and Bus Service Anywhere at Any Time BEADS Telephone Co nnection

Home-Cooked C uRIOs THE SOUVENIR SHOP SHOP Food Indian Souvenirs and F. J. WYNN Novelties 288 Commercial Street 188 Commercial Street

LIZZIE'S NICKE'RSON 'S Dorothy Crowell Furnishings for Ladies Tait Bros. and Gentlemen Ice Cream, PRINTING, CARDS, 296 Commercial St. Tobacco HOME BAKERY and STATIONERY, Fresh Bread and Pastry Daily Confectionery Provincetown Bakery POSTERS LIZZIE'S C. N. Burch, Proprietor Opposite Post Office

46 The]. A. RICH The Ocean View House GROCERY Pekin Tea Shop Open the Year Round Representative of Breakfast Pleasant Rooms Quality Luncheon Home Cooking 1874- 1924 Emphasizing Service and Afternoon Tea Dependability

PILGRIM Telephone Your CASH MARKET Order Edward M. O'Rork Manuel Goncalves to MEATS, GROCERIES, FRUITS and Plumbing and Heating· Silva's Market VEGETABLES 325 Commercial Street CHOICE MEATS GROCERIES Telephone 58-3 and PROVISIONS Manuel M. Prada R. A . Jennings Free Delivery Plumbing, Heatin.,. Plumbing and Supplies and Jobbing Tel. 45 235 Commercial Street Ranges, Oil Stoves, Lighting and Water Plants CHARLES SUME R Fueline Radio and Radio Supplies STOWE a Specialty Gas and Outfits In talled Telephone 226-2, 226-4 Watch Repairing at a Price within the Reach of All

Provincetown Distributor THE LITTLE Walter Harding MRS. MORTON CIN-CIN. BOARD 'l'HE NEW ENGLAND TEA ROOM and NATURAL GAS COMPANY ROOMS and Home Offi ce : GIFT SHOP Worcester, :Massachusetts

47 Paige Brothers' Garage Hudson and Essex Cars Trucking and Auto Hire Service and Storage "SEE THE CAPE" TRIP - $2.50 Exide Battery Service Station, Tires and Accessories

201-211 COMMERCIAL S'l'REET, PROVINCETOWN, MASSACHUSETTS Telephone 136

COMPLIMENTS

Higgins Lumber Company, Inc.