{"id":698,"date":"2021-03-17T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-17T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=698"},"modified":"2021-03-17T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-03-17T05:00:00","slug":"the-bowlers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-bowlers\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bowlers"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn88085187\/1913-03-17\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Tacoma Times, March 17, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By Berton Braley.<\/em>\n \n\n We started in at half-past two\n \u00a0 \u00a0 To roll for \u201cjust a little while,\u201d\n As bowlers very often do,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 An idle moment to beguile;\n At three o\u2019clock I said, \u201cLet\u2019s quit.\u201d\n \u00a0 \u00a0 (I\u2019d won in nearly every frame.)\n My comrade answered, \u201cNixy. Nit!\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Come on, let\u2019s roll just One More Game!\u201d\n \n And then we bowled along till four.\n \u00a0 \u00a0 My friend by that time, forged ahead.\n \u201cAw, say!\u201d he murmured, \u201cIt\u2019s a bore.\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Let\u2019s cut it out and quit,\u201d he said.\n But no, it was my turn to shout,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And so I made my boastful claim:\n \u201cGive me a chance! I\u2019ll beat you out,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Come on\u2014let\u2019s roll just one more game.\u201d\n \n We rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And then we rolled and rolled again.\n At home our dinners both grew cold;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 We rolled till nine, till half past ten;\n We rolled until the dawn grew gray\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And searching parties for us came;\n We shrieked as we were dragged away,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cCome on, let\u2019s roll just ONE MORE GAME.\u201d<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> We started in at half-past two<br \/>\n     To roll for \u201cjust a little while,\u201d<br \/>\n As bowlers very often do,<br \/>\n     An idle moment to beguile;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,19],"tags":[66],"class_list":["post-698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-tacoma-times","tag-berton-braley"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698","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=698"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}