{"id":7519,"date":"2021-09-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-25T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7519"},"modified":"2021-09-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-09-25T05:00:00","slug":"the-impossible","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-impossible\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045462\/1913-09-25\/ed-1\/seq-24\/\"><em>Evening Star, September 25, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Walt Mason.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My well had sort o\u2019 lost its grip, the water smelled like paint; and every time I took a sip it nearly made me faint. I asked Jim Wax to fix the same, and offered him the mon (repairing cisterns is his game); he said, \u201cIt can\u2019t be done.\u201d He had a hundred reasons why repairs could not be made; and while three hours were dragging by those reasons he displayed.&nbsp; A gorgeous web of sophistry and argument he spun, all ending with the stern decree: \u201cIt simply can\u2019t be done.\u201d And then Bill Bulger bowled along; I stopped him at my gate, and told him that my well was wrong, and would he make it straight? Bill Bulger squinted down the well, and asked when it was built, and said it had an ancient smell that made his whiskers wilt. \u201cYour blamed old well needs cleaning out,\u201d he said, with genial laugh; \u201cI reckon it will cost about two dollars and a half.\u201d \u201cGo to it, then, my friend,\u201d said I, \u201cand you shall have the mon; I\u2019m glad you do not tell me why the derned job can\u2019t be done.\u201d Bill Bulger always has a job, he earns the shining dimes; and I have never heard him sob a bit about hard times. Around Jim Wax dark troubles lurk, he\u2019s the afflicted one; he\u2019s always up against some work that simply can\u2019t be done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Evening Star, September 25, 1913. By Walt Mason. My well had sort o\u2019 lost its grip, the water smelled like paint; and every time I took a sip it nearly made me faint. I asked Jim Wax to fix the same, and offered him the mon (repairing cisterns is his game); he said, [&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-7519","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\/7519","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=7519"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7519\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}