{"id":7189,"date":"2021-06-09T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-09T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7189"},"modified":"2021-06-09T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-09T05:00:00","slug":"the-other-mans-lot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-other-mans-lot\/","title":{"rendered":"The Other Man&#8217;s Lot"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1913-06-09\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>Rock Island Argus, June 9, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By S. E. Kiser.<\/em>\n \n\n Each day he watched the trains go by;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 He\u2019d pause behind his plow to gaze,\n And many a time he heaved a sigh\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And thought he wasted precious days;\n The breeze blew sweetly from the sky,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 His flocks and herds grazed on the slopes,\n But, turning when the trains went past,\n His countenance was overcast\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And envy blighted all his hopes.\n \n His children played among the trees,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 His fields were wide and rich and green;\n A thousand things were there to please\n \u00a0 \u00a0 By adding beauty to the scene.\n But, longing for the sight of seas\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And far-off mountains looming high,\n A dozen times a day he turned\n And in his bosom envy burned\n \u00a0 \u00a0 What time he watched the trains go by.\n \n He looked across his acres wide\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And saw his billowy fields of wheat,\n And heard the thundering trains and sighed,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Although the breeze was soft and sweet.\n And many a weary one who spied\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Him standing out there brown and grim\n Thought of his freedom from all care,\n Thought of his independence there,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And, riding onward, envied him.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> Each day he watched the trains go by;<br \/>\n     He\u2019d pause behind his plow to gaze,<br \/>\n And many a time he heaved a sigh<br \/>\n     And thought he wasted precious days;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[271],"class_list":["post-7189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-s-e-kiser"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7189","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=7189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7189\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}