{"id":331,"date":"2020-10-27T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-10-27T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=331"},"modified":"2020-10-27T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-10-27T05:00:00","slug":"halloween","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/halloween\/","title":{"rendered":"Halloween"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045433\/1912-10-27\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">The Washington Herald, October 27, 1912<\/a><\/em>.\n \n\n I\u2019ve often wished I could go back\n \u00a0 To childhood\u2019s happy hours,\n When life\u2019s illusions were not lost;\n \u00a0 No thorns among the flowers.\n \n But never have I longed so much\n \u00a0 To live that glad time o\u2019er,\n As when on Halloween I hear\n \u00a0 \u201cTick-tack\u201d on pane or door!\n \n What elfin pranks we boys did play\n \u00a0 Upon the neighbors \u2018round\n Until they thought us sprites let loose\n \u00a0 To tease, torment, confound!\n \n Oh, never can I quite forget\n \u00a0 The joy that would elate,\n As when we stole to schoolmaster\u2019s\n \u00a0 And carried off his gate!\n \n What traps for the unwary laid;\n \u00a0 We plotted and connived,\n And in the twilight\u2019s misty gloom\n \u00a0 Our evil deeds would thrive.\n \n And then the jolly games we played!\n \u00a0 Again I hear the glee\n That rang throughout the crowded hall\n \u00a0 When ghostly sights we\u2019d see.\n \n And then the fun of roasting nuts\u2014\n \u00a0 If I never had enough\u2014\n Upon that night I\u2019d have my fill\n \u00a0 Of apples and sweet stuff!\n \n Then in a circle round the hearth,\n \u00a0 We\u2019d in the future peer.\n Forebodings evil made us quake,\n \u00a0 And \u201cgood luck\u201d signs would cheer.\n \n I oft, amid life\u2019s strife and care,\n \u00a0 From memory\u2019s storehouse gleam\n That night most dear to all boys\u2019 hearts\u2014\n \u00a0 The night of Halloween!<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> I\u2019ve often wished I could go back<br \/>\n   To childhood\u2019s happy hours,<br \/>\n When life\u2019s illusions were not lost;<br \/>\n   No thorns among the flowers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-331","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-washington-herald"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331","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=331"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}