{"id":7797,"date":"2021-12-08T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-08T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7797"},"modified":"2021-12-08T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-12-08T06:00:00","slug":"the-lost-auto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-lost-auto\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lost Auto"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn82016014\/1913-12-08\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Topeka State Journal, December 8, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Roy K. Moulton.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lying one day neath the auto,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Sweating and soaked with oil;<br>I worked at a cranky engine<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And my only reward was toil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know not what I was saying,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 As I tinkered and wrenched and tore;<br>I doubt not &#8217;twas something quite savage,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 It may be I even swore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My patience gave out on that engine,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With a hammer I hit it a thump<br>That jarred loose some thingamadinkus<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And started it up at a jump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Before one could twinkle an eyelid,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Before there was time for surprise,<br>That car tore away down the highway,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And I lay glaring up at the skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sprang up and madly I followed,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But soon gave it up in disgust,<br>For that runaway car quickly vanished<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In a thick snorting cyclone of dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sought it in byways and hedges,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In highways and in busy streets;<br>And, though I made thorough inquiries,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With never a trace did I meet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Perhaps in some future existence,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In worlds far beyond mortal\u2019s ken,<br>I shall once more make search for that auto,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But I doubt if I find it then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Topeka State Journal, December 8, 1913. By Roy K. Moulton. Lying one day neath the auto,&nbsp; &nbsp; Sweating and soaked with oil;I worked at a cranky engine&nbsp; &nbsp; And my only reward was toil. I know not what I was saying,\u00a0 \u00a0 As I tinkered and wrenched and tore;I doubt not &#8217;twas something [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,21],"tags":[267],"class_list":["post-7797","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-topeka-state-journal","tag-roy-k-moulton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7797","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=7797"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7797\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7797"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}