{"id":6999,"date":"2021-01-29T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-01-29T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=453"},"modified":"2021-01-29T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-01-29T06:00:00","slug":"his-woeful-fate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/his-woeful-fate\/","title":{"rendered":"His Woeful Fate"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038485\/1913-01-29\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Birmingham Age-Herald, January 29, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n \n\n The horns were blaring, loud and long,\n The drum went \u201cOom-ta-ta!\u201d\n I saw a melancholy man\n Stand in the orchestra.\n He bowed him o\u2019er his big bass viol\n And sadly sawed away,\n Although a show was on the boards\n \u2019Twas thought extremely gay.\n \n The chorus kicked so high, so high,\n The funny men came out,\n The audience roared its applause\n With laughter-laden shout;\n Contagious mirth filled all the air,\n Increasing all the while,\n But he who played the big bass viol\n Was never seen to smile.\n \n He ne\u2019er looked upward to the stage,\n Where festive maidens danced,\n Though at his cold impassive face\n The leading lady glanced.\n Oblivious to all around\n And heedless of the crowd,\n His eyes scarce wandered from his notes,\n His head was ever bowed.\n \n Oh, what could be the tragedy\n Which held this man in thrall,\n Who seemed so passionless and calm\n And yet so sad withal?\n Had some great sorrow ruined his life,\n Or scandal\u2019s tainted breath?\n Ah, no, we rather think that he\n Was simply bored to death.\n \n How oft he\u2019s toiled through scenes like these\n Let no one try to say;\n His soul on such fare surfeited,\n He longs to slip away.\n And doubtless never again be forced\n To earn his daily bread\n Where banal jokes and \u201cragtime\u201d songs\n Roll o\u2019er his hapless head.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> The horns were blaring, loud and long,<br \/>\n The drum went \u201cOom-ta-ta!\u201d<br \/>\n I saw a melancholy man<br \/>\n Stand in the orchestra.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6999","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=6999"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6999\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}