{"id":8018,"date":"2022-03-16T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-03-16T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8018"},"modified":"2022-03-16T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T05:00:00","slug":"the-peacock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-peacock\/","title":{"rendered":"The Peacock"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038615\/1914-03-16\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Times Dispatch, March 16, 1914<\/em><\/a><em>. By Thomas Lomax Hunter.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The peacock makes the grandest show<br>And shine of all the birds I know.<br>The sunlight glints upon his breast<br>In iridescent loveliness.<br>His great tail coverts, purple-eyed,<br>Are just the livery of pride.<br>He is the dandy and the dude<br>Of the entire barnyard brood.<br>He hasn\u2019t got a single duty<br>Except to be a thing of beauty,<br>And this, because of gorgeous dress,<br>He does with wonderful success.<br>But it is better to be plain<br>Than idle, insolent and vain,<br>And if to this bright bird we turn<br>A useful lesson we may learn.<br>The overdressed too oft possess<br>But very little more than dress,<br>And only sit around and brood<br>On their supernal pulchritude,<br>And are in all the winds and weathers<br>Forever preening up their feathers.<br>\u2019Tis not to them that we would go<br>For wit or wisdom\u2014oh, dear no!<br>Nor yet for help to right our wrong,<br>Nor yet for poetry or song.<br>Their minds have mastered one device:<br>The art of always looking nice,<br>Curled, scented, tinted, creased and pressed,<br>And dressed\u2014yes, super-ultra dressed.<br>It is not to these \u201cjoys forever\u201d<br>That we must look for high endeavor.<br>They have no idea worth our while;<br>Just dumb idolatry of style.<br>And this reminds us it is time<br>To point the moral of this rhyme:<br>You\u2019d think the peacock should be king<br>Of birds until you hear him sing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Times Dispatch, March 16, 1914. By Thomas Lomax Hunter. The peacock makes the grandest showAnd shine of all the birds I know.The sunlight glints upon his breastIn iridescent loveliness.His great tail coverts, purple-eyed,Are just the livery of pride.He is the dandy and the dudeOf the entire barnyard brood.He hasn\u2019t got a single dutyExcept [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,20],"tags":[291],"class_list":["post-8018","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-times-dispatch","tag-thomas-lomax-hunter"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8018","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=8018"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8018\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8018"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8018"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}