{"id":628,"date":"2021-02-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-28T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=628"},"modified":"2021-02-28T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-02-28T06:00:00","slug":"the-chauffeurs-story-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-chauffeurs-story-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Chauffeur\u2019s Story"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1913-02-28\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>Omaha Daily Bee, February 28, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By Ted Robinson.<\/em>\n \n\n \u201cI shudder yet,\u201d the driver said, \u201cwhene\u2019er I tell the tale\u2014\n I\u2019ll think of it till I am dead! Its memory turns me pale.\n \u2019Twas when I drove old Brown\u2019s imported high-power racing car\u2014\n And I was young and reckless\u2014courted all the thrills there are!\n \n\n \u201cUpon the day this occurred, I\u2019d fifty miles to go\n Ere lunch and you can take my word, I wasn\u2019t driving slow.\n The road was good but narrow. A rail fence on either side\n And the car sped like an arrow in a swift and easy glide.\n \n\n \u201cI took the curves at forty miles, then at our highest speed\u2014\n I shot along those forest aisles with just the road to heed\u2014\n When suddenly there stepped into our track a little child\n With golden hair and eyes of blue\u2014just looked at us and smiled!\n \n\n \u201cNot fifty feet ahead was she\u2014and I, too scared to touch\n Or think of the emergency, or e\u2019en throw out the clutch;\n And even when it was too late\u2014no time to turn aside\u2014\n No space, no field, no open gate\u2014the road was ten feet wide!\n \n\n \u201cAll these I saw as in a dream\u2014the lassie\u2019s happy face\n One of those moments that will seem to hold a lifetime\u2019s space\u2014\n \u2019Twas just one smile of innocence\u2014ah, would it be her last?\n And then\u2014she climbed up on the fence and watched me thunder past!\u201d<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> \u201cI shudder yet,\u201d the driver said, \u201cwhene\u2019er I tell the tale\u2014<br \/>\n I\u2019ll think of it till I am dead! Its memory turns me pale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[282],"class_list":["post-628","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-ted-robinson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/628","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=628"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/628\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=628"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=628"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=628"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}