{"id":7356,"date":"2021-08-02T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-08-02T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7356"},"modified":"2021-08-02T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-08-02T05:00:00","slug":"counting-the-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/counting-the-years\/","title":{"rendered":"Counting the Years"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045462\/1913-08-02\/ed-1\/seq-8\/\"><em>Evening Star, August 2, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Walt Mason.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The years shouldn\u2019t count when we\u2019re stating our age, for some men are young when they\u2019re gray, and others are old ere they\u2019ve journeyed a stage in this world and its wonderful way. I know an old graybeard who ought to be dead if years laid a man by the heels; he cheerfully sings as he stands on his head, \u201cA man\u2019s just as old as he feels.\u201d The years do not age us so badly, in truth; it\u2019s worry that makes the blood cold; the man who is blessed with the spirit of youth is young when a hundred years old. The graybeard I wot of, he laughs and he yells and dances Virginia reels, and always and ever his roundelay swells, \u201cA man\u2019s just as old as he feels.\u201d No man should admit that his days are near told, or talk of the past with a sob; no man should admit that he\u2019s growing too old to eat summer corn from the cob. The graybeard I speak of, he\u2019s slicker than grease, he cheers up the world with his spiels; he says (and his words suggest comfort and peace), \u201cA man\u2019s just as old as he feels.\u201d I know a young man who is thirty or less, in years, but he\u2019s old as the hills; he goes around looking for grief and distress, and talks by the day of his ills. The graybeard, God bless him, is younger than that! He ne\u2019er at the wailing place kneels; he chortles, while kicking a hole through his hat, \u201cA man\u2019s just as old as he feels!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Evening Star, August 2, 1913. By Walt Mason. The years shouldn\u2019t count when we\u2019re stating our age, for some men are young when they\u2019re gray, and others are old ere they\u2019ve journeyed a stage in this world and its wonderful way. I know an old graybeard who ought to be dead if years [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31,3],"tags":[307],"class_list":["post-7356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-walt-mason"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7356","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=7356"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7356\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}