.PROVINCETOWN Woodcut by TOD LINDENMUTH

AUGUST, 1924 LORELEI AUGUST NUMBER 1 1924

Administration MYRON JEAN PARROT, Editor ASSOCIATE EDITORS Mary Heaton Vorse Harry Kemp William Gaston Wm. Auerbach-Levy

CONTRIBUTING EDITORS Charles W. Hawthorne Tod Lindenmuth Ross Moffett Peter Hunt Lucille Kahn J. H. Creene Abigail Marshall W. H. W. Bicknell Blanche Stillson Coulton Waugh Frank Carson Lulu Merrick Marjorie Austen Ryerson ART CONTENTS

COVER. Designed by Peter HUNT. .

PROVINCETOWN. A Woodcut by TODLindenmuth. . JEANNE D’ARC. A Black-and-whiteby Peter Hunt .

. . . and suddenly there appeared among them a multitude Of heavenly hosts. (the Bible). A Black-and-white by Peter HUNT .

EUGENE O’NEILL. A Caricature by Coulton Waugh . LONG NOOK. Etch W.H.W.Bicknell . “TOILERS OF ”. A Linoleumcutby Frank CARSON .

PROVINCETOWN Fisherman. After a Painting by CHARLES W. Hawthorne

A MAP OF PROVINCETOWN. Illustrated by Coulton WAUGH.

BROTHER AND SISTER. An Etching by Margery Austen RYERSON.

WINTER’S HARVEST. After a painting by Ross MOFFETT. THE WHARF. A Woodcut by BLANCHESTILLSON . LITERARY CONTENTS

OUT OF THE IVORY PALACES. A Poem by Harry Kemp .

AESTHETIC Satyriasis. By J. K. Huysmans. (Englished by Myron Jean Parrot)

EUGENE O’NEILL Portrayed in Bold Relief by Maxwell Bodenheim

A PIECE of SILVER. A Short Story by Mary HEATONVORSE .

GOATS AMONG STONES. A Poem by SUSANGLASPELL .

HAWTHORNE, N. A. An Appreciation by LULUMERRICK .

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

GEORGE CRAM COOK and the . An Article by Harry KEMP

{RIEE CHINOISE. A Poem by LucilleKahn .

“ . . . les neiges d’antan.” A Poem by Myron JEANPARROT .

A COMEDY OF TERROR#. A Dramatic Criticism by WILLIAMGASTON . THE ART EXHIBIT. A Brief Criticism. .

TRAMPlNG ON’ IMOORTALITY. A Book Review by L. K. . MAKERS OF TEE LORELEI . number, to be ready

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6 Jeanne d’Arc PETER HUNT among them a multitude of heavenly hosts --the Bible. PETER HUNT 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 palacesshe came And gold of Ophir sat about her brow; 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. AESTHETIC SATYRIASIS A Free-Translation from the French of J. K. HUYSMANS By Myron Jean Parrot

HE contemplation of an erotic ex- fulfillment for which lust cries, of that pression of true genius lures me fulfillment which is the ultimate ectasy to a groping descent into the of physical sensation, and which is only a violation of a more or less prudish con- tenebrous profundities of the artist’s vention. Nor am I speaking of the tem- soul . . . pestuous passion which provokes and When pornographic literary works or justifies the sexual act, for it betokens indelicately voluptuous paintings possess only an awakening of senses, a pulsing of genuine aesthetic values, I know that T blood, life’s outcry against imprisonment, must dismiss, because of the presence of and death. I speak merely of the spirit, these values, any suspicion of carnality of lust; of isolated erotic images, without in the lives of their creators. No sensi- the representation of flesh and without tively artistic portrayal of a lascivious the desire for physical release. life can be achieved by a man who lives And almost always the artist dreams of lasciviously; for when lust effects a stu- the same elusive, amorous phantoms, pas- pration of the flesh, genius lapses into turing seductively, offering unordinarily senility and dies. Moreover, a man who pleasurable caresses. But the natural act accedes to and accepts the impositions of of 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; a on paper or on canvas. trite turmoil, a cry of banaIity, the dead. I might add that the man who prates ened lyrism of a ludicrously obvious de- of virtue, celebrates maidenly modesty, lusion. And the urge towards a preter- adexalts ingenuous love, will often con- natural defloration, the longing for those ceal under the prudish and chill allure- loftlier, enravishing tumults of which ments of his “art”, elaborate degrada- the flesh is incapable, arises compellingly tions, to which, prostrate, in the silence within him. of secret places, he makes flaccid sur- The depravity of his soul 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 the ideal of superhuman frailties and of chaste persons are obscene. Continence, new magnificent vices to commit. everyone knows, elicits horribly lecher- The presence of a flesh and blood wo- ous mental images; the man who remains man invariably breaks the enchantment : aloof from the flirt of flesh grows hotly the artist becomes embarrassed, resentful, lustful; he becomes hysterical, rampant, cold; and when a violation of the body and finally, in his dreams, he is uplifted occurs he experiences a terrible disillu- to an often orgiastic delirium. sionment . . . . This intellectual hysteria, these dark- The artist who is ferociously salacious in his treatment of Sex is generally, I be- ling pleasures are translated into aesthet- lieve, a chaste man ic creations which shall give life to his . . . . 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 else, with the fervors and furors physical indulgence of a lustful tempern- of lust. I am not speaking now of the ment inevitably destroys art. EUGENE O’NEILL Portrayed in Bold Relief By MAXWELL BODENHEIM

UMAN beings are apt to advance The proletariat thrusts the shadow of its the same externals throughout hairy fists upon seven-eighths of his words Hthe years, in spite of the pranks end written activities. A dark oppression and fluctuations in their fortunes. Clowns is forever with him and at times it rives persist in acting like undertakers’ ap- to a visible strain as Be bono 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 eon- search of some peuliarly elusive 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. lurchings of the underdog and gangster, Eugene O’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- tion with him six the rendezvous of a New York gang called year 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 quotations-marks, although, owing to the the members were beside us at the table. lapse of time since their utterance, I At that time O’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 ond 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. The gangsters, gun. men, and stokers, joined to. the few, The praise of almost every critic in important rebels among artists and America ; the financial success of his plays ; writers, would make a hot proposition. their reproduction in England and France “They’re all aristocrats in a differ- -these things are negligible jests to him, ent way, and they’re all outcasts from and he probably endures them only be- the upper worlds of society; and if muse they protect the leisure time in which he writes. long, brown face and their eyes ever open up to these resem- His widely sinister eyes have not really de- blances, well, it’ll be goodnight gov- ernment and middle-classes! parted from the rear room of the saloon ‘‘This world will always be ruled in which he once threw his curses and by somebody, and the only trouble is taunts at the cringing, lack-lustre expedi- that the sharpest minds and the ents of life. 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 A PIECE OF SILVER By MARY HEATON VORSE

HEN Antoine was five he held his His sister Laura hated washing. She hand clinched in a fist. That was quarreled about it and tried to sneak because they made fun of his away. His mother and sister talked like this all time: mother. They made fun of her because the his father was dead. They called after “Hey Laura! You hurry up and pat him, “You’re a norphan.” Then he would out the clothes.” 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- hews with clo’es.’’ Chocolate and Skinny laughed at him. “I’m tired, They were big boys and thought he was Ma” plucky. They called him an orphan to “YOU be more tired bimeby if you don’ hear him swear. They didn’t know that eat. Now march!” And she would herd it made his heart too big for him, so that Laura before her, her red arms brandished it beat as if it would come out. awfully. Once Sam Dowles slapped Antoine over Afternoons Laura put on a pink waist the head with a codfish and almost knocked and walked up and down the board walk him down and left a track of fishy slime with the girls. Sometimes May tidied the across his face. home. Antoine watched her. Twice a day His mother shook her fist at Sammy and John came home. He was Antoine’s big Antoine felt safe with her wide silhouette brother. He leaned over his plate and ate in the window. fast. When he left he slammed the door. So he called after Sammy, Sometimes he quarreled with Laura. “Damn you, my mother is bigger than There were always flatirons heating. your mother !” They were only taken off to fry the fish. When the clothes were all ironed they Antoine’s mother was wide and thick smelled good. through, and swayed when she walked. When she stood still it was with both feet After supper May put Antoine to bed, and he always Laura and his planted as though to withstand the on- could haar slaught 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 “dint I never goin’ to have any fun like from it. When he touched it with his no one else?” out at night. I goin’- finger she slapped him with her thick “You can’ go ain’ 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 Poet Office?” clean and smelled of brown soap. Through the gloom of the bedroom An- There was always wash. .The 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 er spilled the tub in the yard firmly on the floor, her legs spread apart, theretoine’s wouI 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 smelled of soap. “Hey, you Antoine. Le’ that ’lone. “Can’t I go out Maw, can’t IT” Laura You wanto get all wet !” begged. 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. One night, the fight between Laura and his mother was different. “There’s going to be fireworks on the wharf-there’s going to be a band at the Knights o’ Columbus. Can’t-I go out on the Fourth, Ma?” “Yes,” his mother answered. “I’m wasgoing to burst right oat of him, the goin’ with May an’ you an’ Antoine. Time way it had when the ed out: I had some I’ll go and buy every one “You’re ’n orphan”, o it was fun. happiness. And somoehow he knew ice cream. “ His mother spoke in the same husky, throaty voice that she did. when t his mother was just as happy and she told Antoine stories of the islands and excited ashe was, though she didn’t skip the roses in her father’sgarden around. All she said was: “Well, girls, guesswe might go now.” Every little while Antoine would have a May wasdressed 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 he stayed with the baby when Mr. and Mrs. was going, too. Dutra went to the pictures together, Antoine realized that this day was dif- “I was going to give Nellie a quarter,” ferent from all other days he had ever Mrs. Dutra said. known. Early in the morning, pop ! pop ! His mother shook her head. “I gotta he heard the noise of pistol shots from out- stay with my girls.” side, and the tooting o horns. Then there Mrs. Dutra was pretty and young. “I’d was no washing; theof was no washing on give anything if you‘d stay tonight--fifty Sunday either. But this day was entirely cents, seventy-five,” different from Sunday. There 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 “TOILERS OF THE SEA” Linoleumcut by FRANK CARSON GOATS AMONG STONES

HE gay young goatsof Greece Are climbing the great stones, T Stones that once were temple. Stones that for centuries were temple. A mountain shook the temple down, A playing mountain shook the temple into stones for gay younggoats, Into merrydisarray For skillful goats. They do not mind-the stones, They have been scaled and skipped among before-- Stones that once were temple; They were scaledand skipped among by gay young goats of .younger Greece, As they stood in waiting disarray- Stones that would be temple. SUSAN Glaspell. HAWTHORNE, N. A. By LULU MERRICK

HARLES HAWTHORNE 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 who cannot accept failure, who rewarded by the advancement of his art C to great heights. Museums, galleries, and cannot even admit discouragement. At private collections have for years been first a designer, he was not successful; eager to possess examples of his work, then he tried illustrating and again met yet neither fame nor pecuniary success and laughed at defeat, his creative im- are 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- certain 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 great ideal, it is yet poetical 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 spontaneity and directness. a spirituality, which carries the observer His color sense is an inherent gift, which beyond mere paint. His young girls are 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. Chase, who became his firm expected that he would sooner or later be friend whom he owes much.. and to known as a portrait artist. In this mode It is not only as 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-Portuguese 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 Hawthorne will discovered the natural tendencies of his project itself pre-eminently as a purely pupils, encouraged personality, empha- sized independence of thought and action American painter, American taught and 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 the simple fisher folk In Hawthorne, the artist, we are of the Atlantic coast, even as Rembrandt brought into contact with a man who Found beauty in the Jewish quarter of his paints for the joy of painting, whose in- 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 his canvas-the soul and char- peasants who were his neighbors in the acter of his sitters. Barbizon district of France. PROVINCETOWN FISHERMAN By CHARLES W. HAWTHORNE Excerpts from the CONFESSIONS Of a former Piano Player in Houses of Ill Fame

EWSPAPERS mould the opinions When I was writing literary articles of .. They tell what is for the London Daily Express, I used to going on in the world. do also woman’s-page articles on every N feminine topic from love to lingerie. They In New York newspaper offices I have were signed usually by Doris Keane or written despatches dated from London. Alice Delysia. Paris, Berlin, Vienna, Petrograd, Tokio. San Francisco and Seattle, Wash. I have written articles signed by At one time I wrote, for the New York Laurette Taylor, The Dolly Sisters, American, a full-column news-story every Gladys Cooper, Georgette Cohen, Pearl day about Mayor Hylan, whether or not White, Hope Hampton, Colleen Moore, he had done anything worth a story. and Nazimova.

An enormous mass of news matter is The 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 frequently to interview the Rut articles about Marion Davies are Dolly Sisters. headed: “All Hearst editors are in- structed 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 building operations in the ports of Conrad upon his arrival in America. Switzerland. The article was printed. Someone asked 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 ita readers this intelli- don. After the girl had gone, he said: gence: “Of all his novels Mr. Conrad “I€ that disconcerting trifle of allure- likes ‘It Depends on the Day’ the best.” ment would grant whatever favors I asked for only a week or two, I would During an interview with the wife of give her a series of Sunday feature an English lord, she said: stories. ” “Please write exactly what I say, only “I’ll tell her,” I replied. leave out the ‘damns’ and ‘bloodies’.’’ I did. She looked him up. The arti- cles 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 to speak to the man who “made her.” He writing a laudatory article about her hus- is heartbroken. He loves her. band. M. J. P.

THE HOOKED RUG Avec les SHOP BONS COMPLIMENTS de Peter Hunt ELlZABETH WAUGH Collector

The THE Admiral Ben Bow SHIP-MODEL Inn SHOP

Breakfast, Luncheon and Diinner

COULTON WAUGH In An Atmosphere Designed Collector for the Discriminating BROTHER and SISTER Etching by MARGER Y AUSTIN R YERSON And the Provincetown Players By HARRY KEMP OR years we had been talking, we was plenty of good wine on the menu (in Greenwich Villagers, of the feasi- pre-prohibition days, of course). After dinner he invited me up to his bility of a little theatre where apartment. Fplaywrights who wrote honestly of life as Cook was a tall, massively built man of they saw it, might have their plays pro- lusty middle age. He had a mass of iron- duced as they had written them. grey hair which he was always twisting Though not such a very long time ago, in his fingers, a face strongly sculptured those were the days of the unalterable by experience and thought into a curious happy ending. People would not stand blend of artistic sensitiveness with de- for tragedy, we had the word of the cision of character. He had written sev- Broadway managers for that and, eral novels. He knew Greek so well that in many of its aspects, they would not he had made fine translations of Sappho tolerate truth to life. In spite of the fact into English verse. He seemed to have that, by their own admission, these gaug- all the humanities at his finger-ends. But ers of public taste failed far oftener than it was the native simplicity of the man they succeeded, in hitting on what the that attracted me most. public ‘wanted, still they set themselves At first he spoke of his own life, of its up like the Fates, as ultimate arbiters problems and perplexities, as simply and from whom seemed no appeal. directly as a child might speak was one of the first to re- then we settled down 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 Macdougal discussion of the Little Theatre. Street, on a stage improvised for the oc- “It seems to me,” remarked Cook, casion and commanded enthusias- “that, so far, we have had a Little tic audiences. But this was but a spor- Theatre movement not at all distinctive adic, personal triumph, significant though of America. I’d like to start a playhouse it proved to be in showing what talent where people who wrote what they lay perdu, waiting for its chance. For in thought and felt about life, might have Dell’s plays appeared Sherwood Ander- a chance to see their work produced.” 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, Edward Goodman. “By first getting a group of people to- Arthur Davison Ficke, and Clement gether who are genuinely interested in Wood. the project writers, artists, and Next door to the Liberal Club the Boni young actors who have a distate for the boys opened a bookshop. Here it was commercial stage and its stupid grop- that the group that began the Washing- ings toward what a hypothetical public ton Square Players held their first meet- wants. ” ing from whom, in later days, de- That Summer found me in Province- rived the Theatre Guild. town, which was then still a fisher village, But great as has been their achievement an out-of-the-way place gorgeous with in the field of drama, it was not until colour, lent mainly by a colony 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 American Little Theatre began, The town itself lay on the very end of as an autocthonous growth independent Cape Cod, surrounded by a weltering up- of European influences. thrust of sand dunes and battered on all I shall never forget the first time I met sides by the continual sea. Cook. It mas in an Italian restaurant Mary Heaton Vorse had discovered the somewhere in the Village, where there place. And she had whispered of it to the rest of us. Artists, poets, novelists, playwrights, sculptore-we followed her good word of the locality thither. It was this first, memorable Summer that George Cram Cook began to make a fact of hie dream. He and his wife, Susan Glaspell, had taken a cottage there. THE And there he had gathered together, under his directorship, a little group which he named “The Provincetown Players.” Hutchins Hapgood and his wife; Neith Boyce Jack Reed and Mary Heaton SURFSIDE Vorse . Broer Nordfelt Wil- bur Daniel Steele, and a few others. And there arrived at Provincetown; one 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. He was the son of O’Neill the actor. He 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-house at its end. She donated Service a la carte the use of both house and wharf to the newly inaugurated players. And here, From 7 A. until midnight backed by the executive patience and M. courage of George Cram Cook, The Prov- incetown Players had their beginnings. And here, with the wash of the tide as orchestra, Eugene O’Neill’s plays of the sea knew their first production. The movement was 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 con- sidered that our experiment made the plays of Eugene O’Neill and Susan Glas- pell practicable for the playgoing public. Lobster Dinners Of course we bickered and fought among ourselves. But we drew creative fun and artistic happiness out of our a specialty fighting and bickering. And all the while Cook, as manager, served as buffer between our various and conflicting temperaments. He has never been given quite the credit he deserves. (Reprinted from “Boccaccio’s Untold Tale” I.. Harry Kemp Brentano’s Priere Chinoise

ODDESS of Mercy, prostate I! Hear thou, oh Lady of the Lotus Flower! GMy feet are loosened of their bindingcloths; I have released the coiled jet of my hair, Put by my fillet and my broidered coat, My jewels of pearl and blue. My petal-satin cheeks ate chalked with pain; My parched mouth is a paling cherry blossom; My frail hands Putter from my lute Like mulberry leaves.

Oh Kwan-yin! Goddess, hear!

The twelve-toned bells are chiming Across the silver seething of the rain In summons to thy fane, And in the inner temple courts I cry,- Oh Kwan-yin, hear my prayer!

I burn thee incense from the northern land; I offer to thee almonds and seed rice; I bring to thee my turquoise bracelet-band, My girdle ornaments of jade and gold; Before thy shrine I lay this fan of ivory that my lord Carried to me across the Four Great Seas. Hear thou, Lady of the Lotus Flower, Hear thou, Kwan-yin.

The straws have answered that my lord is false; The great shell-tortoise at the city gate Replies: ‘‘He &earns-but not of thee he dreams.” Give me his old delight, Kwan-yin, His cherishing; Give me the amber beauty of his limbs, His breast, like to a shield of pliant gold; Give me the fevered thirsting of his lips That once found honey in my kiss, And dew to cool desire’s summer drought! Hear thou, oh Lady of the Lotus Flower!

Across thy feet Washes the blood of offering from nry breast- Dyeing with cinnabar this sacrificial blade, Dyeing with crimson all thy crystal niche; Blood that might sting his mouth like dragon wine, Whip him to madness in the arms of me, Spur hint to passion’s quest of answering flame, Lash hint-to love! Oh Kwan-yin, hear my prayer!

LUCILLE KAHN.

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The Wharf Players “Horrify Themselves“ By WILLIAM GASTON

N July tenth the Wharf Players rough salt who wanted “the sea more nor of Provincetown opened their dra- her.’’ The answer at last comes from Illy Paula, Portuguese slavey in the how of omatic season. The locus of the the “departed,” who shows up the cap- performance was in a reconstructed barn, tain as a santimonious pudding-head with designated as the Players’ Workshop, and the revelation that the doctor is in reality situated behind Frank Shay ’s recently ae- 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-seats) long before formed, though given a strong inference by 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, ing villagers. felony, or exploration into the‘ recesses of Illy Paula was well acted by Frances the criminal mind. The first play closed Park, and Isaiah Small showed consider-. with a highly desirable off-stage lynching ; able ease as Lawyer Higginson. The un- in the second we were exhibited the men- grateful role of Jean McIntyre went its tal byroads of a venal villain entangled best in the hands of Frances Kemp, who with his conscience; and in the last, like- also contributed a most welcome comeli- wise an after-the-fact event, an unwily ness. Harry Kemp, as Captain North, pos- sheriff is hoist 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 evening held 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 The curtain-raiser, Wreckage, adapted room some months after the executed mur- by Colin Campbell Clements from a short der. His mind is disintegrating; he suf- story by Mary Heaton Vorse, was techni- 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 red 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 disclosed 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, does not seem particularly interest- posed by the rugged Dan North, sea cap- ingor 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 bran- dished 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 Foodand beauty of physique. The Giant’s Stair, by Wilbur Steele, gave Perfectly Permissible the audience ita 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- stances point first to the wife of the Vic- Circulating Library tim, then 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 TREMONT STREET but which, in a dubious and exciting mo- ment, he forgets, and falls a neat prey to himself. The play is a difficult one not to over- act, and though the players acquitted them- selves nobly, they did not entirely escape this 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. Miss Hyde, as Till, the prophetic half- wit, a part demanding great versatility, 285 Commercial Street bore off the acting honors. She admirably succeeded in “horrifying herself” with the various eerie succubi that shot through her febrile and underrated brain. Frank Hen- ANTIQUES BATIKS derson, 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, “Till, where’s that foul?” bearing down so hard Winter Shop on the 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 rose to the applause accorded them. The WHARF Woodcut by BLANCHE STILLSON THE ART

LEWIS’ HE Provincetown Art Association NEW YORK opened its tenth annual exhib- T tion on Monday, July 14th. There were shown ninety oil paintings, STORE three sculptures, twenty water colors, and 308-3 10 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, Ross Moffett, Wm. Cape Cod’s Largest Department Store Auerbach-Levy Richard Miller, George Elmer Brown, Gerrit Beneker, the late Max Bohm, and W. H. W. Bicknell, most MERCHANDISE of whom were ineligible in the prize com- of petition, are among the more prominent artists whose work is represented in the MERlT exhibition. Their work, of course, gave, SERVICE in most instances, at least a hint of the and genius their dealers advertise; but so far, apparently, they have not succeeded in SATISFACTION breathing souls into the stiff clay in their classes. Frederick Waugh, the marine painter, is represented this year for the first time. A portrait head of Edwin Dickenson, by Sidney Dickinson, which has been ac- Provincetown corded more than passing note elsewhere, is shown. Theatre The first prize of one hundred dollars was awarded to Randolph LaSalle Coats, for his painting, “Wee Mite Moggish”, a 237 Commercial St. quite remarkable Provincetown land- scape-remarkable, quite, for Raving won a hundred dollars. “Le Pont Neuf”, by Robert Ball, another mediocre landscape, Photoplays De Luxe received the second award of fifty dol- lars. In one regard the exhibition may be re- garded as unusual. The utmost care has Matinee at 3 been taken to avoid a preponderance 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-impressionists, moderns, and ultra-moderns, and there are many who

(Continued on Page 41) TRAMPING IMMOR The Harry Kemp Rewrites The Gifford House OCCACCIO’S UNTOLD On High Ground Just off and Other One-Act Pla the Main Street BHarry Kemp (Br sents a group of ten plays, At the Sign of executed in the naively original manner of which this sincere artist is consistently THE BLUE FLAG capable. On the whole-and the book has a splendid evenness-the plays are keenly dramatic, free from verbosity, and emotive Rooms Single or en Suite with vibrant, sharply incisive action. The characters are real; their passions and re- with Bath sponses, their furors and ecstasies and sufferances have all been lived. Gordian knots are untied with smoothness and rapidity. One cannot doubt that these GEORGE A. MERRILL Proprietor “Boccaccio’s Untold Tale” is laid in Florence in the year of the Great Plague. 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 hu- man presentation of the hysterical malady, New Central House which one has heretofore found chiefly in clinical works. Frank E. Potter “The Game Called Kiss”, a fanciful sketch, laid in the Age of Innocence, Proprietor is presented in rhymed couplets, a device

lot but much tender amusement, and FlFTY MILES AT SEA e of satire of the Shavian “Super- TIP END OF CAPE COD e White Hawk’’ is probably the best plays. Based on the Decameron and therefrom, it is very beautiful in on andit is equally beautiful in Telephone 30 ion. The story is too well known Provinceton, Mass. THE IVY SHOP THE TID BIT Wax Craft Novelties Fashioned by Hand INFORMAL in The Oldest House in REFRESHMENT Provincetown FOR TEMPERAMENTAL Snug Harbor Gift Shop ART EXHIBIT FOLK by JOHN FRAZIER TOD LINDENMUTE ROSS MOFFETT MARGERY RYERSON Walter Harding HELEN WALCOTT and others 157 Commercial Street

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THE SPODE GIFT The SHOP Scudder-Kee Co. Specialists in Imported China Ladies' Outer Garments Post Cards and Souvenirs Cordon Silk Hosiery PROVINCETOWN $2.25 a Pair All Shades Tramping on Immortality (Continued from Page 39) final sad fruition--and it has gained 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 incident 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 Tenario’s childhood, and ex- tend beyond his death. The other plays largely of the imagina- tive 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 GIFT SHOP treble of laughter-never harsh, but often- er 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 has been built on GIFTS, SOUVENIRS, compromise. L. K STATIONERY, POST CARDS Hand-Colored Local Photographs, The Art Exhibit Cape Cod Fire Lighters, Cape Cod (Continuedfrom Page 38) Windmills, and Aeroplanes “Cape Cod: New and Old,” by make no claim to adherence to any of Agnes Edwards; Thoreau’s “Cape these groups, but who naturally have a Cod”, Joseph Lincoln’s Cape Cod placein 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 Paine of the Association content W. rectors Art are Smith, $2,00. tounbend in an elaborately undignified salaam to social imecility and pink-tea BRITTANY WARE politics. Makers of the Lorelei MAXWELL BODENBEIM, poet RED INN and novelist, has long been asso^&$^?^^^: literary colonies of New York and . HL work re resents less an adherence to the w-called PROVlNCETOWN “new sctoo~”of letters than a pioneer exptora- tion of hitherto almost uncharted fielda. In bir CAPE COD, MASS. many books, which form an impreaaive lit, in- cludine such titlen PB “Minna and Myself,” “In- troducing Ironies,” “Advice,” “Blackguard,” the All Rooms with Baths “Sardonic Arm,” %and ‘‘hazy Man,”-he has marked himself as prophet of a newe form of literary thought. Garage During nineteen twenty-three, ad until very lately, he has been associated with in Afternoon Tea the publication of a satiric and critical pa known as the ”chiergo Literary Times.” ‘I%: : periodical has been recently diecontinued becauac Telephone in advance of the demands upon the editors’ time, consequent Province town-50 to work on forthmmin novels. Mr. Bodenheim is tie newest member of the MISS MARION WILKINSON Provincetown literary colony, this being his firat year on Cape Cod. HARRY KEMP,’ &t and outstanding noveltt, has been a member of the Provincetown summer colony for the pant seven years. He has lived in colonies which range from the purely artistic to the purely and politically rebellious, for many The Blue Lattice yeara HIS early work-he published a number of vnl- umes of -brou@t him to the attention CLUB BREAKFAST of the literary work& urd hia dnt novel, “Tramp- ing ou Life,” pM.lrsd by Bo& ad Liveright about L year ada h.W ago, bra -ked him ns a* olltsf.Bd *re urrong Aarsriorn writera. Table D’Hote Recently a td ftiiii ‘‘Ibacmdo’~ Untold TILE rad Other3- 011s-A fays," waa publishe by LUNCHEON and Brentano.

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