{"id":7726,"date":"2021-11-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-28T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7726"},"modified":"2021-11-28T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-11-28T06:00:00","slug":"the-days-of-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-days-of-old\/","title":{"rendered":"The Days of Old"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Seattle Star, November 28, 1913<\/em><\/a>. By Berton Braley.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes I long for the days of old
    When men were quick with a trusty blade;
When dandies strutted in silk and gold
    And women rustled in stiff brocade;
When life was filled with the old Romance,
    With courtly manners and stately ways,
And brave Adventure had half a chance
    \u2018Neath the smiling skies of the Good Old Days.
And yet\u2014and yet\u2014this thought keeps coming,
    They had no plumbing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s a wondrous thrill in the good old time
    When gallants fought for a gallant king,
And all went gay as a lilting rhyme
    And life was a rollicking, joyous thing;
When Milord rode forth in a scarlet coat,
    With spotless lace at his neck and wrist,
And a faithful squire at his side to note
    The deeds he did\u2014and the maids he kissed!
Yet, for all his deeds, and dear, he held \u2018em,
    He bathed but seldom!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sometimes long for the days of old
    And sigh to climb from the modern rut;
Then I think of the castles, dim and cold,
    And I think of the poor man\u2019s airless hut;
I think of the candles they used for light,
    The lumbering stage they rode upon;
I think of the Might that passed for Right,
    And I\u2019m glad the good old days have gone!
They were pleasant days for the hero dapper,
    But\u2014I\u2019m no scrapper!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Seattle Star, November 28, 1913. By Berton Braley. Sometimes I long for the days of old    When men were quick with a trusty blade;When dandies strutted in silk and gold    And women rustled in stiff brocade;When life was filled with the old Romance,    With courtly manners and stately ways,And brave […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,17],"tags":[66],"class_list":["post-7726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-seattle-star","tag-berton-braley"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7726","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=7726"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7726\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}