{"id":7960,"date":"2022-02-19T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-19T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7960"},"modified":"2022-02-19T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-19T06:00:00","slug":"get-the-money","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/get-the-money\/","title":{"rendered":"Get the Money"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Rock Island Argus, February 19, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019ve done well today,\u201d he said;
\u201cI gave a man whose hope had fled
New hope and saw him push ahead.”
    His wife asked: \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?
You gave another hope, you say;
    What profit have you in return?
No footman waits on me today,
    And it is little that you earn\u2014
        Where\u2019s the money?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019ve done well,\u201d he said again;
\u201cA golden sentence from my pen
Has earned the praise of thoughtful men.\u201d
    His wife asked: \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?
Your golden sentences may please
    A few poor pedants, grave and old,
But they who live in splendid ease
    Still scorn us for our lack of gold\u2014
        Where\u2019s the money?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019ve done well,\u201d he said once more;
\u201cIn future men will praise my lore
And wear a pathway to my door.\u201d
    His wife asked: \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?
Who cares what future men may say?
    I still am forced to skimp and save;
What will it matter if some day
    Men pile their tributes on your grave?
        Where\u2019s the money?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He bravely went his way to do
The best he might, to still pursue
The course that had been found by few;
    The world asked: \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?\u201d
He wisely served posterity
    And earned a future, lasting fame;
But, scorned by those about him, he
    Forever heard the world exclaim:
        \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Rock Island Argus, February 19, 1914. By Henry Howland. \u201cOh, I\u2019ve done well today,\u201d he said;\u201cI gave a man whose hope had fledNew hope and saw him push ahead.”    His wife asked: \u201cWhere\u2019s the money?You gave another hope, you say;    What profit have you in return?No footman waits on me today,  […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-7960","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-henry-howland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7960","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=7960"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7960\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7960"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7960"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7960"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}