{"id":7232,"date":"2021-06-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-25T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7232"},"modified":"2021-06-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-25T05:00:00","slug":"homesick-for-the-home-and-the-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/homesick-for-the-home-and-the-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Homesick \u2014 for the Home and the Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn88085187\/1913-06-25\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Tacoma Times, June 25, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By Berton Braley.<\/em>\n \n\n I\u2019m just a bit tired of the city;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 It\u2019s lost quite a lot of its thrill;\n I\u2019m sick of the pavements, all gritty,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The racket that never is still.\n I\u2019m weary of plunder and pillage\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And all of the hurry and whirl.\n I want to go back to the village\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And sit on the porch with a Girl.\n \n I want to hear picket gates clicking\n \u00a0 \u00a0 As the young men come over to call,\n And the deep and monotonous ticking\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Of the grandfather clock in the hall,\n To harken to the laughter and singing\n \u00a0 \u00a0 That comes on the breezes awhirl\n And the creak of the hammocks all swinging\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And me on the porch with a Girl!\n \n And the leaves would be whispering lowly,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And the flowers would perfume the air,\n And the night would grow quieter slowly,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And\u2014gee, but I wish I was there;\n I s\u2019pose I\u2019d get nothing but blame from\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The folks in the city\u2019s mad swirl,\n But I want to go back where I came from\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And sit on the porch with a Girl!<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> I\u2019m just a bit tired of the city;<br \/>\n     It\u2019s lost quite a lot of its thrill;<br \/>\n I\u2019m sick of the pavements, all gritty,<br \/>\n     The racket that never is still.<\/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-7232","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\/7232","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=7232"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7232\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}