{"id":7595,"date":"2021-10-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-10-25T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7595"},"modified":"2021-10-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-10-25T05:00:00","slug":"only-a-hobo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/only-a-hobo\/","title":{"rendered":"Only a Hobo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Omaha Daily Bee, October 25, 1913<\/em><\/a>. By Robert F. Shutes.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only a hobo, dusty and tired,
    Sitting by the railroad track;
No friends or relations to care for him now,
    His wardrobe contained in a sack;
Sadly he thinks of days gone by,
    Of home and wife so dear,
Of the dear little one they have laid away
    And his grief is hard to bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where is his wife? Perhaps you ask
    As you watch him beside the track;
She left one day with a traveling man\u2014
    Of course she never came back.
Wildly he searched for the erring one
    Till hope and money were gone,
Then took to the road, a common tramp,
    The search he still carried on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At last he found her, deserted, alone,
    Dying of sickness and want;
The wolf of hunger looked in at the door,
    Famished, eager and gaunt.
Quickly he knelt by the pallet of straw
    And raised her poor, tired head;
She murmured softly, \u201cDear Jack, forgive!\u201d
    Then the erring one was dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sadly he turned next day from her grave,
    No hope, no friends and no home;
No wife or children to love him now,
    He must wander through life all alone.
Back to the track he found his way,
    All pride and ambition were dead;
Wearily he travels his lonely way
    Begging his daily bread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No word of censure e\u2019er passed his lips
    Of the woman he loved so true;
His anger was all for the traveling man\u2014
    I honor him for it, don\u2019t you?
If ever a man deserved a crown
    \u2019Tis that hobo, meek and mild,
Who loved and lost the woman he loved\u2014
    The mother of his child.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Omaha Daily Bee, October 25, 1913. By Robert F. Shutes. Only a hobo, dusty and tired,    Sitting by the railroad track;No friends or relations to care for him now,    His wardrobe contained in a sack;Sadly he thinks of days gone by,    Of home and wife so dear,Of the dear little […]<\/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":[260],"class_list":["post-7595","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-robert-f-shutes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7595","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=7595"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7595\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7595"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7595"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7595"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}