{"id":8110,"date":"2022-04-19T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-04-19T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8110"},"modified":"2022-04-19T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-04-19T05:00:00","slug":"johnny-sands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/johnny-sands\/","title":{"rendered":"Johnny Sands"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Sun, April 19, 1914<\/em><\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A man whose name was Johnny Sands
\u00a0 \u00a0 Had married Betty Hague;
And though she brought him gold and lands,
\u00a0 \u00a0 She proved a terrible plague\u2014
For, oh, she was a scolding wife,
\u00a0 \u00a0 Full of caprice and whim\u2014
He said that he was tired of life,
\u00a0 \u00a0 And she was tired of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Says he, \u201cThen I will drown myself\u2014
    The river runs below.\u201d
Says she, \u201cPray do, you silly elf\u2014
    I wished it long ago.\u201d
Says he, \u201cUpon the brink I’ll stand.
    Do you run down the hill
And push me in with all your might.\u201d
    Says she, \u201cMy love, I will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFor fear that I should courage lack
    And try to save my life,
Pray tie my hands behind my back.\u201d
    \u201cI will,\u201d replied his wife.
She tied them fast, as you may think,
    And when securely done,
\u201cNow stand,\u201d she says, \u201cupon the brink,
    While I prepare to run.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All down the hill his loving bride
    Now ran with all her force
To push him in\u2014he stepped aside,
    And she fell in of course.
Now splashing, dashing like a fish\u2014
    \u201cOh save me, Johnny Sands!\u201d
\u201cI can’t, my dear, though much I wish,
    For you have tied my hands!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Sun, April 19, 1914. A man whose name was Johnny Sands\u00a0 \u00a0 Had married Betty Hague;And though she brought him gold and lands,\u00a0 \u00a0 She proved a terrible plague\u2014For, oh, she was a scolding wife,\u00a0 \u00a0 Full of caprice and whim\u2014He said that he was tired of life,\u00a0 \u00a0 And she was tired […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8110","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8110","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=8110"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8110\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}