{"id":571,"date":"2021-02-11T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-11T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=571"},"modified":"2021-02-11T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-02-11T06:00:00","slug":"when-i-left-school","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/when-i-left-school\/","title":{"rendered":"When I Left School"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn84024827\/1913-02-11\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>Bisbee Daily Review, February 11, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By Roy K. Moulton.<\/em>\n \n\n I remember, I remember the day that I quit school\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I got a nice diploma for minding every rule.\n I was the wisest mortal who ever left the place\n \u00a0 \u00a0 There was no person like me in all the human race.\n I had old Homer faded and Solomon as well\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The real reach of my knowledge would take too long to tell.\n And I was downright sorry. It really seemed a shame\n \u00a0 \u00a0 That I should have to go out and teach the world its game.\n For I was tenderhearted and couldn\u2019t bear to see\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The looks of jealous anger when people heard of me.\n \n The teacher, to assure me, was kind enough to say\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The other folks would manage to get along some way.\n I couldn\u2019t quite believe him. You see that was before\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019d taken my first toddle outside the college door.\n Then I set forth to conquer the poor old easy world\n \u00a0 \u00a0 With wind and weather charming and every sail unfurled.\n \u2019Twas several long years ago, how many I forget\n \u00a0 \u00a0 But still I don\u2019t mind ownin\u2019 the world ain\u2019t conquered yet.\n I remember, I remember the day that I quit school;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Since then I have been learnin\u2019 how not to be a fool.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> I remember, I remember the day that I quit school<br \/>\n     I got a nice diploma for minding every rule.<br \/>\n I was the wisest mortal who ever left the place<br \/>\n     There was no person like me in all the human race.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28,3],"tags":[267],"class_list":["post-571","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bisbee-daily-review","category-newspapers","tag-roy-k-moulton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/571","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=571"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/571\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=571"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=571"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=571"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}