{"id":7238,"date":"2021-06-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-28T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7238"},"modified":"2021-06-28T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T05:00:00","slug":"in-spite-of-fate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/in-spite-of-fate\/","title":{"rendered":"In Spite of Fate"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
From the <\/em>Omaha Daily Bee, June 28, 1913<\/em><\/a>.<\/em>\n By S. E. Kiser.<\/em>\n \n\n A little boy sat on an old rail fence\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And gazed at a drooping limb;\n And a sinful yearning that was intense\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Kept steadily urging him.\n \n His little red features were covered with dirt\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And his little brown legs were scratched;\n There were numerous rents in his little checked shirt,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And his little blue pants were patched.\n \n From one little toe the nail had been torn\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And one little heel was sore;\n A child apparently more forlorn\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I had never beheld before.\n \n At last he stood on the topmost rail\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And reached for that drooping limb;\n I almost uttered a hopeless wail\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I felt so sorry for him.\n \n Hand over hand he pulled it down\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The limb with the droop, I mean;\n His face was red and his legs were brown\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And the apples were small and green.\n \n He sat on the rail and he ate and ate;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I counted them\u2014there were four;\n Then, foolishly, recklessly challenging fate,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 He reached for a couple more.\n \n Sadly I turned to pursue my way\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And sadly I said, \u201cGood-by.\u201d\n Alas for what I have seen this day,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2019Tis sad that the young must die.\n \n \u201cYou have had your way and you\u2019ve had your will;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Your bed will be dark and deep;\n A week from now upon yonder hill\n \u00a0 \u00a0 You will lie in a dreamless sleep.\u201d\n \n A week had passed and again I chanced\n \u00a0 \u00a0 To pause \u2018neath that fateful tree;\n With sad remembrance I turned and glanced\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 A thrill was in store for me.\n \n For there on the old rail fence he sat,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Eating with calm delight,\n And, having finished he filled his hat\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And then sauntered out of sight.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
 A little boy sat on an old rail fence
\n     And gazed at a drooping limb;
\n And a sinful yearning that was intense
\n     Kept steadily urging him.<\/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":[271],"class_list":["post-7238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-s-e-kiser"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7238","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=7238"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7238\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}