{"id":7968,"date":"2022-02-23T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-23T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7968"},"modified":"2022-02-23T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-23T06:00:00","slug":"the-conversion-of-silas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-conversion-of-silas\/","title":{"rendered":"The Conversion of Silas"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn82016014\/1914-02-23\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Topeka State Journal, February 23, 1914<\/em><\/a><em>. By Roy K. Moulton.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Of all the fossels in our town,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 Si Haskins was the boss.<br>He said the autymobile never<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 Would replace the hoss.<br>He always used to sneer and snort<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 Whenever one went by,<br>And when he&#8217;d see one busted down,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 He&#8217;d laugh until he&#8217;d cry.<br>He said the owners all were fools<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 To go and spend their dough<br>For them gol ding contrivances<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 That never seemed to go.<br>Them devil wagons got his goat,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 He&#8217;d never fall for one.<br>Of all the gol-dum foolishness,<br>\u00a0 \u00a0 Gas wagons took the bun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One day a nephew died and left<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; An old one-lung machine<br>A-standing out in old Si&#8217;s barn.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Si got some gasoline<br>And poured it in the gosh durned thing<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To see if it would start.<br>He cranked her up and thought he&#8217;d try<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To drive the old gas cart.<br>He drove it down the road all right,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Forgettin&#8217; all his care,<br>And rode around till almost night<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And visited everywhere.<br>Next morning bright and early he<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Was poundin&#8217; down the street.<br>He scared the hosses right and left<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And knocked folks off their feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A week from then he bought a car.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was of high hoss power.<br>He didn&#8217;t take time off to eat,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But drove it every hour.<br>He raced with everybody who<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Showed up within a mile<br>He said you might as well be dead<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As not to be in style.<br>His whiskers blew out in the breeze,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As down the road he flew.<br>He said: \u201cI&#8217;ll show those gol ding boobs<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A fancy trick or tew.\u201d<br>He spent all of his waking hours<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In showing them new tricks.<br>Four cylinders became too tame,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And so he bought a six.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He&#8217;s been arrested nineteen times<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; For speedin\u2019, so they say.<br>He got his whiskers all shaved off,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; For they got in his way.<br>He talks of touring cars all day<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And dreams of them at night,<br>And nowadays whene\u2019er he sees<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A piece of horseflesh pass<br>He sort of chuckles, sneering like,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And hollers out: \u201cNo class.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Topeka State Journal, February 23, 1914. By Roy K. Moulton. Of all the fossels in our town,\u00a0 \u00a0 Si Haskins was the boss.He said the autymobile never\u00a0 \u00a0 Would replace the hoss.He always used to sneer and snort\u00a0 \u00a0 Whenever one went by,And when he&#8217;d see one busted down,\u00a0 \u00a0 He&#8217;d laugh until [&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-7968","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\/7968","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=7968"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7968\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}