{"id":8156,"date":"2022-05-04T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-04T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8156"},"modified":"2022-05-04T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-05-04T05:00:00","slug":"blighted-interest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/blighted-interest\/","title":{"rendered":"Blighted Interest"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Rock Island Argus, May 4, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sun may shine again\u2014I s\u2019pose it will.
    But I\u2019ll not care a cuss nor shout with glee;
The orchard trees may blossom on the hill,
    But that\u2019ll make no difference to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ones who like the smell of new-plowed ground
    And think a wild rose beautiful and sweet
Will probably still want to tramp around,
    Glad that the sod is soft beneath their feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boys will build their little boats and let
    Them float on rivers I could step across;
The yearlings, with their scraggy coats, will get
    Out in the fields and gain a shiny gloss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cows will stand and chew their cud and dream,
    But I\u2019ll not care a cuss nor shout with glee;
The fisherman will loll beside the stream,
    But that will make no difference to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The people in the busy town will try,
    No matter what they have, to still have more;
The lights will flicker and the flags will fly,
    The wheels will keep on turnin\u2019 as before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Sunday mornings they will ring the bells,
    At quittin\u2019 time they\u2019ll blow the whistles, too;
The home run will be followed by loud yells,
    And men may sing at what they have to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The world will still roll on, but there is one
    Who said last night that \u201cit could never be;\u201d
I s\u2019pose we\u2019ll still have sunshine from the sun,
    But that\u2019ll make no difference to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Rock Island Argus, May 4, 1914. By Henry Howland. The sun may shine again\u2014I s\u2019pose it will.    But I\u2019ll not care a cuss nor shout with glee;The orchard trees may blossom on the hill,    But that\u2019ll make no difference to me. The ones who like the smell of new-plowed ground    […]<\/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-8156","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\/8156","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=8156"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8156\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}