{"id":7921,"date":"2022-02-02T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-02T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7921"},"modified":"2022-02-02T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-02T06:00:00","slug":"desires","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/desires\/","title":{"rendered":"Desires"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Detroit Times, February 2, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Berton Braley.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish that I could be
    An old standpatter
To look around and see
    Nothing the matter.
All new thoughts to repel
    With brain that\u2019s flaccid,
And think that all is well,
    Serene and placid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What calm, what peace is his;
    He\u2019s well contented;
To him all progress is
    A thing demented;
The world has gone ahead,
    And all things show it;
Forward the age has sped\u2014
    He doesn\u2019t know it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so he drifts along
    Through all the flurry;
To him there\u2019s nothing wrong,
    So he should worry;
To me life\u2019s sometimes grim
    And all things matter,
And yet I envy him,
    The old standpatter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Detroit Times, February 2, 1914. By Berton Braley. I wish that I could be    An old standpatterTo look around and see    Nothing the matter.All new thoughts to repel    With brain that\u2019s flaccid,And think that all is well,    Serene and placid. What calm, what peace is his;    He\u2019s well […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,14],"tags":[66],"class_list":["post-7921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-detroit-times","tag-berton-braley"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7921","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=7921"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7921\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}