{"id":202,"date":"2020-11-21T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-11-21T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=202"},"modified":"2020-11-21T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-11-21T06:00:00","slug":"scattered","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/scattered\/","title":{"rendered":"Scattered"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1912-11-21\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Rock Island Argus, November 21, 1912<\/a><\/em>.\n<em>By Duncan M. Smith.<\/em>\n \n\n I have cousins in Missouri\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I have uncles in New York\n I have sisters in Chicago\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And an aunt who lives in Cork\n Second cousins in Australia\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And in any other place\n That offhand you might mention.\n \u00a0 \u00a0 My, but we\u2019re a scattered race!\n \n When my father was a youngster\n \u00a0 \u00a0 In a little Scottish town\n He was blessed with several brothers\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Eight it was; I marked it down\u2014\n And about as many sisters\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Ten I think I heard him say\u2014\n And when they had grown and married\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Each one went a different way.\n \n And they had\u2014how many children?\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Goodness knows, for I do not\n As I never took a census\n \u00a0 \u00a0 But it must have been a lot.\n And the children, grown to manhood\n \u00a0 \u00a0 As myself, for time has flown\n And we all are growing ancient,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Must have children of their own.\n \n So the stock is widely scattered\n \u00a0 \u00a0 From the palm tree to the pine\n Nearly every state and country\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Has some relative of mine.\n And with almost every family\n \u00a0 \u00a0 It\u2019s the same old tale again,\n For the world is getting ready\n \u00a0 \u00a0 For a common race of men.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> I have cousins in Missouri<br \/>\n     I have uncles in New York<br \/>\n I have sisters in Chicago<br \/>\n     And an aunt who lives in Cork<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[96],"class_list":["post-202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-duncan-m-smith"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=202"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}