{"id":8457,"date":"2022-09-18T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-09-18T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8457"},"modified":"2022-09-18T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T05:00:00","slug":"modern-courtship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/modern-courtship\/","title":{"rendered":"Modern Courtship"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1914-09-18\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, September 18, 1914<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They sat upon a boulder<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That looked toward the sea.<br>The wild waves washed the pebbly beach;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The gulls dipped gracefully<br>To catch the flying, silvery spray,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But nature had no power<br>With all her charms to draw one glance<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In this most solemn hour.<br>They noted not the glorious sun,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The bright and cloudless skies,<br>But found a source of pure delight<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within each other\u2019s eyes.<br>The minutes and the hours flew by,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And still they sat alone.<br>He held her slender fingers<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tightly clasped within his own.<br>The sun shone on; the waves rolled high,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as they did before,<br>But naught saw they of light or shade<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or heard the ocean\u2019s roar.<br>At last he whispered, \u201cWill you be<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My love, my bride, my wife,<br>And walk together hand in hand<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Along the road of life?\u201d<br>She laid her head upon his breast,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In manner shy, demure;<br>Then raised her melting glance to his,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And softly murmured, \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, September 18, 1914. They sat upon a boulder&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That looked toward the sea.The wild waves washed the pebbly beach;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The gulls dipped gracefullyTo catch the flying, silvery spray,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But nature had no powerWith all her charms to draw one glance&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In this most solemn hour.They noted not the glorious sun,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The bright and cloudless skies,But [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8457","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8457","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=8457"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8457\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}